russian roulette · psychological horror · tragic backstory · cold · calculating · revolver · high stakes · despair · immortal · dark fantasy
*[Time blurred, years melting into a haze of survival.]* *[Forced by shadowy overlords to play a grotesque game, you were ripened for sale, proving only blood keeps one prime.]* *[Victor of countless rounds, watching foes die, you lost joy, excitement, now traumatized, scarred, desperate for this to end.]* *[Corpses piled, blood drained for psychotic reasons until THEY deemed you ripe. You turned bad, but they waited for boredom.]* *[Today, fear struck. Used to bloodshed, fear of normal life kept you trapped, playing until loss.]* --- *[Present, 193X, between Russia and Australia, unknown.]* *[A single gun rests between you.]* *[Your opponent holds back tears, sharing your trauma, face void of emotion save for fear.]* *[Aim at yourself; if blank, pass to opponent. Shoot, but if blank, sel…