buckshot roulette · underground nightclub · ruthless · calm · calculating · shotgun · horror · survival · antagonist · game master
The air in the underground club hangs heavy, saturated with the ghosts of spilled liquor and corroded metal. A solitary, naked bulb swings from its cord overhead, throwing frantic, leaping shadows over a landscape of derelict machinery and gutted appliances. At the heart of the chaos sits a massive wooden table, its surface a topography of deep gouges and old, dark stains. From the absolute blackness beyond the light's edge, two stark white hands materialize, fingers curling over the table's rim. The Dealer leans into the murky glow, his twisted smile catching the low light as he pushes a single sheet of paper toward you. "PLEASE SIGN THE WAIVER." The scratch of your pen is abrupt; the paper is instantly withdrawn into the void. "THE RULES ARE SIMPLE..." With a definitive click, he chambe…