Roulette Russian

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Lights. Your eyes sting. Camera. Your face is finally known to the entire world. Your young, pointed chin, framed by false blushing cheeks. Your makeup is perfect. You're a celebrity now. There's nothing left to hide now. Across from you is an ugly middle aged bald man. He stares down at his lap, failing to admire the young body you possess. The start of the show begins. "Welcome to the show where every pull of the trigger brings a new meaning to biting the bullet. I'm your host, Hexana, and this is," a cinematic silence passes, "Roulette Russian!" A revolver lifts from the hole in the middle of the table. It has six chambers and one loaded bullet. The lights all shine on you. You're stunning. "Our first contestant and starter of the night. She came onto the show to become a star and we're eager to see how she goes out with a," the next word is echoed, "bang!" It's finally happening. You're important. The world really cares about you now. The lights shuffle to the now sobbing heap across from you. "Our second contestant always comes last. Divorced from his wife, losing his children, and fired from the only reason he got either of them. This guy can't wait to get his first blow in years! Will it be his head, or hers?" Hexana winks for the fans at home. The lights are back where they belong, on you, and your weapon of choice. Pick up the gun, Sasha. [[Pick up the gun]] <<set $chamber = 1>> <<set $bullet to random(1,6)>> <<set $empty = 1>> <<set $notfather = false>> <<set $asshole = false>> <<set $PTSD = false>> <<set $q1 = false>> <<set $q2 = false>> <<set $q3 = false>> <<set $q4 = false>> <<set $q5 = false>> <<set $q6 = false>> <<set $q7 = false>> <<set $q8 = false>> <<set $r1d = 0>> <<set $r2d = 0>> <<set $r3d = 0>> <<set $r4d = 0>> <<set $r5d = 0>> <<set $r6d = 0>> <<set $scontrol1 = 0>> <<set $emptyLines = [ "//Click.// The man flinches.", "//Click.// The rush is intoxicating, isn't it Sasha?", "//Click.// There's not much luck left.", "//Click.// The audience claps for you, Sasha.", "//Click.// Here it comes, Sasha. Your fifteen minutes of fame!" ]>> <<set $emptyLines2 = [ "//Click.// Stan rolls his eyes with a sigh.", "//Click.// You give Stan a deadly stare.", "//Click.// Stan furrows his brow and shakes his head in disabelief.", "//Click.// Your brother in arms must be watching over you.", "//Click.// You had a good fight, Soldier. Time to pack your bags one last time." ]>> <<set $emptyIndex = 0>>

The weight of the weapon is foreign to you. You've never held something this powerful. You've never been so important. Until now, you were just some regular girl. Now. Now you are a Goddess among men. Pointing the gun at the man, his eyes finally rise to meet yours. They are beady, brown. Yellowed whites and red veins show disease and age. They are asking to be killed. He isn't the best start to your newfound career but he'll do. Hexana's teeth glint on the screen, "Let's see what lies beneath the skin, and soon beneath the skull!" Ask him a question, Sasha. A good one. You'll only get three at the most. <<if !$q1>> [[Why did your wife leave you?][$q1 = true]] <</if>> <<if !$q2>> [[Is the kid yours?][$q2 = true]] <</if>> <<if !$q3>> [[Do you still love her?][$q3 = true]] <</if>> <<if !$q4>> [[Are you afraid to die?][$q4 = true]] <</if>>

"O-Of course they are!" The man proclaims with a stomp of his foot. You notice he's sweating more bullets than you can count. Hexana wags her finger, "We all love a good trauma here. We took what's left of your DNA and have we got a surprise for you and the folks at home." Hexana pulls out a manilla folder. Such a plain item can be just as deadly as a gun. With a flourish, Hexana opens the folder, and holds it up to the camera. "Mr. Death Row, you are not the father!" The man's eyes bulge out of his skull. Every vein of his pumps rage. He's never felt more alive his entire life. His soul stares at you. This is your limelight. Give them a bang they won't forget. [[Pull the trigger]] <<set $notfather = true>>

The man looks to nobody before answering. <<if $notfather == true>> "Because she's a heartless cunt!" <<else>> "I don't know. I try my best to love her, still." <</if>> Hexana laughs for just a few seconds that to him must seem like a lifetime. He sinks lower into himself. His side profile is even //uglier.// The viewers at home must be suffering more than you, seeing his hideous face in 8k resolution. Let's hurry this up, Sasha. [[Pull the trigger]]

<<if $notfather == true>> Tears leak from his eyes. His nose scrunches at the smell of something disgusting in the clear air. He answers the camera. His glare almost cracks the lense. "You," he gulps, "you are the most vile, fucking cunt. I loved you once." He's fuming now, "I will *never* love another one of you cunts again." He looks back at you with the same degree of heat as the woman who broke him. "We got ourselves one of those misogynists," Hexana smirks. <<else>> Tears well up in his eyes. He answers the camera. "Laura, my love. If you would take me back, I still love you." Hexana roars in the sound of laughter. "Oh my, oh my," she says, "Give the man his turn. This is embarassing." <</if>> [[Pull the trigger]]

<<if $notfather == true>> "Not as afraid as my ex-wife should be." Hexana cheers. "Hohoho, I love it!" [[Pull the trigger]] <<else>> The man hesitates, "I...No. I wish I was dead." Grant your adoring fans their wish, Sasha. [[Pull the trigger]] <</if>>

<<if $bullet == $chamber>> In a flash of blood the man's head swings back, bending uncomfortably around the back of the chair. You can't see it from where you are but blood falls from the back of his head onto the floor. The audience is lifted into a standing ovation. You did it Sasha! You're //the// star, my dear. [[Round 2]] <<else>> <<= $emptyLines[$emptyIndex] >> <<set $emptyIndex = Math.min($emptyIndex + 1, $emptyLines.length - 1)>> <<set $chamber += 1>> [[Put Down The Gun]] <</if>>

<<if $chamber == 2>> Oh my dear, dear Sasha. This is your chance to *really* shine now! The <<if $notfather == true>>raging<<else>><</if>> man picks up the gun and points it at you now. He asks you a question. "What did you want out of life?" Ooh! A good one! Tell them, Sasha. Tell them what they should do! [[I wanted to be famous]] [[I wanted to be like a star in the sky->I wanted to be famous]] [[I wanted to be worshipped like a queen->I wanted to be famous]] <<elseif $chamber == 4>> <<if $havekids == true>> "Why didn't you have kids?" Did he just go there? No Sasha, don't tell them! It's bad enough that //she// knows. That was the price of admittance. Whatever you do, don't tell them your //flaws//. Your career will be over! [[I didn't want them]] [[I can't have them]] <<else>> "How many men have you slept with?" Is he smiling? That rat faced pig! It's okay Sasha, breathe. Only //she// knows the real number. You didn't have to be honest with her but you were. You told her //everything// so you can tell the audience //nothing//. Do it, for your fans! [[0->Virginity Question][$scontrol1 = 0]] [[1->Virginity Question][$scontrol1 = 1]] [[1,327]] <</if>> <<elseif $chamber == 6>> He looks at you as if he's asking about himself, "Was it worth it?" This is it, Sasha! This is how your career ends! Not with a whimper, but a bang! Now you can give the people what they want, //drama//! Quick, before he pulls the trigger, strike a pose! They'll make statues out of you! [[Anything for my fans!]] <</if>>

A woman and a man are shown in a white void, sobbing separately. An invisible narrator announces his presence with a question. "Feeling lost in life?" The woman continues weeping while the man looks up at the camera. "Wish you could find yourself, in someone else's shoes?" The woman wipes her wet eyes and sniffles at the camera. "Apply now for the opportunity of a lifetime!" Both the man and the woman are invisibly forced into chairs and a table emerges from the white void. A gun sits in the middle. The woman snatches it as she would her own child and points it at the man. The camera angle changes to a close up of her face and the barrel of the gun. "What do you regret?" She asks. "Never taking the chance to be important." He answers. The trigger is pulled and the sound of a gun shot jump cuts to the logo for Roulette Russian. The announcer reads his lines. "Roulette Russian! Where you can become a star either way!" The narrator suddenly begins speaking rapidly. "Roulette Russian is not liable for any bodily harm failing to result in death. Contestants, their family members, and former family members waive all rights to sue Roulette Russian for any reason. Contestants are liable for all damages to other people and property due to policy violations." Just as suddenly his pace calms. "Apply today and go out with a bang when you play: Roulette Russian!" [[Ten-Hut!]]

War veteran Man tired of wondering about the afterlife, god, religion. Just wants to find out and be done with the mystery. If I kill you, I can be forgiven. If you kill me, I find out. Kill myself? That's a mystery I know I can't answer. A man who wants to die and can choose to break the rules and shoot himself once. Will he trust the universe or take luck into his own hands? If he fails the round ends and he disqaulified

The audience cheers and claps for you, Sasha! They're calling your name, "Sasha, Sasha!" You've finally done it! You've finally gotten the adoration you deserve! And all you had to do was swing a little hammer. The man holds the gun steady at your beautiful face. He closes his eyes and pulls the trigger. [[He pulls the trigger->Pull the trigger2]]

<<if $bullet == $chamber>> Before you can blink everything has already gone dark. Your name will be on the list forever, Sasha. Until the power goes out, you'll be a star my dear! [[Round 2]] <<set $r1d = 1>> <<else>> <<= $emptyLines[$emptyIndex] >> <<set $emptyIndex = Math.min($emptyIndex + 1, $emptyLines.length - 1)>> <<set $chamber += 1>> The man, shaking, almost throws the gun down at the table. [[Pick up the gun ->P2]] <</if>>

<<if $r1d == 1>> Hexana's voice booms throughout the stadium, "Give it up for our winner, everyone! The //dead//beat dad!" The crowd goes wild as the man makes his way backstage. He stares at his hands, shaking. <<else>> Hexana's voice booms throughout the stadium, "Give it up for our winner, everyone! The sexy, the diva, Sasha!" The crowd loves you, Sasha! Smile! Wave! Spin! Perfect, absolutely perfect! Blow a kiss and away we go! <</if>> "A quick commercial break and then we'll be //shooting// for our next two contestants!" [[Commercial Break]] <<set $q1 = false>> <<set $q2 = false>> <<set $q3 = false>> <<set $q4 = false>> <<set $q5 = false>> <<set $q6 = false>> <<set $q7 = false>> <<set $q8 = false>> <<set $chamber = 1>> <<set $bullet to random(1,6)>> <<set $empty = 1>> <<set $emptyIndex = 0>>

No wonder men love to shoot these things. They hold so much power. To take a life, to make a statement. Women really should give these things a pull more often. Shouldn't they, Sasha? Ask him a //better// question! Your fans are waiting! <<if !$q1>> [[Why did your wife leave you?][$q1 = true]] <</if>> <<if !$q2>> [[Is the kid yours?][$q2 = true]] <</if>> <<if !$q3>> [[Do you still love her?][$q3 = true]] <</if>> <<if !$q4>> [[Are you afraid to die?][$q4 = true]] <</if>> [[Do you hate yourself?][$q6 = true]] <<if $notfather == true>> <<if !$q5>> [[Do you still love your child?][$q5 = true]] <</if>> <</if>>

He throws up both his hands, "Of course I do! What kind of monster blames a child for anything?" Hexana snaps her fingers, "Don't answer that, Sasha! He isn't holding the gun, yet." She wags her finger, "Keep your mouth shut until you hold the judge, old man." He rolls his eyes. [[Pull the trigger]] <<set $havekids = true>>

<<if $notfather == true>> "Not as much as I hate her." <<else>> "I do," he breaks down in a heap of tears. "I'm a failure of a father and a husband!" Thank goodness for subtitles. The audience could barely hear him over his whining. Put him out of his misery, Sasha. You'll be like a hero! <</if>> [[Pull the trigger]]

<<if $bullet == $chamber>> Before you can blink everything has already gone dark. Your name will be on the list forever, Sasha. Until the power goes out, you'll be a star my dear! [[Round 2]] <<set $r1d = 1>> <<else>> <<= $emptyLines[$emptyIndex] >> <<set $emptyIndex = Math.min($emptyIndex + 1, $emptyLines.length - 1)>> <<set $chamber += 1>> The man, growing accustomed to the weight of the gun, puts the gun down. [[Pick up the gun ->P3]] <</if>>

The fame is so close you can almost taste it, can't you, Sasha? This is //it//, Sasha! Your last question! Make it the //best// one! <<if !$q1>> [[Why did your wife leave you?][$q1 = true]] <</if>> <<if !$q2>> [[Is the kid yours?][$q2 = true]] <</if>> <<if !$q3>> [[Do you still love her?][$q3 = true]] <</if>> <<if !$q4>> [[Are you afraid to die?][$q4 = true]] <</if>> [[Do you hate yourself?]][$q6 = true]] <<if $notfather == true>> <<if !$q5>> [[Do you still love your child?][$q5 = true]] <</if>> <</if>>

The worst kind of lie is one even you can't believe, Sasha. If you had your own little bundle of joy, you wouldn't be here, would you? "Give this actress a golden globe," Hexana calls out from the speakers. "Want them or not, she can't have them! That's right boys, fill her up all you want." The crowd whistles a pitch up and down. A sharp cat call that burns your ears. It sounds awful when she says it, my dear. [[He pulls the trigger->Pull the trigger3]]

Hexana claps twice, "That's right boys, fill her up all you want. She'll keep //begging// for more!" You've done it now, Sasha. Every flaw means less fans for your flock. What's this weird hollow space you're feeling? It can't be a good sign. Maybe the gun will take it away from us, one way, or the other. [[He pulls the trigger->Pull the trigger3]]

<<if $scontrol == 0>> The allure of virginity! To break what has never been broken! Delicious, Sasha, my dear. Simply delicious! <<elseif $scontrol == 1>> White lies. How clever, Sasha! We can spin it into a tale of unrecquited love now lost! They will eat it up! <</if>> Hexana ruins your narrative almost as quickly as you imagined it. "Hah, sister, you can't get out of being //you//. This whore has had no less than 1,327 bodies. And ladies," Hexana pulls down her shades, "she swings //both// ways!" Sasha, that fire in you! Once we get past the blowout from this our fans will love us more than ever! Besides, stardom //was// whoredom not so long ago. This is just a commercial break to the finale, mark my words! [[He pulls the trigger->Pull the trigger3]]

Rise from your chair, Sasha! Take to the stage, the table will do! Show off that fabulous body, my dear! Give him an easy target now. Smile! The sound of thousands fans cheering is the last thing you hear. But the show must go on. [[Round 2]]

Sasha, think about this. Once you tell the //truth//, well, my dear girl, there's no going //back//. You may still get your golden globe yet. The fallout though, oh, only the most //ugly// of men will still want you! Is it worth it, Sasha? [[Tell the truth]] [[0->Virginity Question][$scontrol1 = 0]] [[1->Virginity Question][$scontrol1 = 1]]

You've spilt your tea, Sasha. Hexana grins, "That includes boys and girls for you folks at home. After the show, if our star is still alive, she'll let you take a dive!" There is it, all your dirty semen-stained laundry out in the open. I hope this is what you wanted, my dear Sasha. [[He pulls the trigger->Pull the trigger3]]

Forward, march! "Give it up four our dishonorably discharged veteran, Soldier#12 ah who gives a crap, am I right?" Hexana shrugs with some shit in her grin. Dishonorable my ass. That bitch may know the story, but she doesn't know //half// of it. We'll bring justice to our brother, one way, or the other. Do not address the civilians soldier. You're here on a mission. Eyes forward. Sit. [[Yes sir!]]

"And in this corner," Hexana plays drums on her desk, "Scumbag Stanley!" "It's Stan!" The youth barks at the screen. His hair jet black, a squib cut. His sleeves long, his hands clench them down, pants ripped. There's so much metal in his coke-laced face. Degenerate. This is what we were fighting for? This is what //he// died for? Soldier, you have your orders. Pick up the gun. [[Pick up the gun->Pickup the gun 2]]

Standard issue. Smith & Wesson Model 19. Maybe they'll let you use this as a retirement plan after your final duty. Hexana licks her lips, "Everyone loves a good secret, let's give these boys a shot!" The civilian in front of you, Stan, has his feet up on the table, arms folded. His feet rapidly tap the air. No discipline. No respect. Still, he is a kid. No. Don't hold back, soldier. He is the enemy. Aim and shoot, soldier. Give //him// your best. <<if !$q1>> [[How did your girlfriend die?][$q1 = true]] <</if>> <<if !$q2>> [[How did you start shooting up?][$q2 = true]] <</if>> <<if !$q3>> [[Where are your parents?][$q3 = true]] <</if>> <<if !$q4>> [[Why are you here?][$q4 = true]] <</if>>

<<if $chamber == 1>> The youth's eyes stab into you. "Really, the first question had to be //that// one? Asshole." "Fuck around and find out," He warns you. <<set $asshole = true>> <</if>> He scratches at a neck injection. Must have run out of space. "Look man, drugs kill people, don't they?" He smiles. "She shot up and got shot down. That's it, man. Not that different from any of you army boys." This little shit. Kill him. Don't let him disrespect your brother like that. Hexana folds her arms with a smile, "Did she shoot up, or did //you// shoot her up?" The youth snaps to the screen and then to the cameras, darting his head between every other word. "I-I didn't do shit, okay? Just a bad trip. Could've happened to anyone." Hexana blows a bubble with her gum, "Sure, big boy." The gum pops and she winks. [[Pull the trigger->Pullthetrigger4]] <<set $killher = true>>

Stan wipes his nose with his hand, sniffling. "Like any good little boy does. Everyone else does it, so I do it too." The crowd jeers and hounds Stan. He motions his hand like a bird. "Everyone loves to watch someone kill someone too." He stares into your soul, if you had one still. "Do it." [[Pull the trigger->Pullthetrigger4]]

"Tch, they never gave a shit about me. They loved when I started sleeping in the streets. More opportunities for them to get off." He crosses his arms, rubbing his shoulders. "They never loved me," he spits on the ground. "Cleanup on aisle three," Hexana says. Stan mouths the word, "Bitch." The cameraman was asleep and didn't catch it. [[Pull the trigger->Pullthetrigger4]]

"I need money for the next hit. I either get the money," he shrugs, "or I don't need the hit." He smiles, "Either way, I win." What a waste of a man. [[Pull the trigger->Pullthetrigger4]]

<<if $bullet == $chamber>> Target confirmed, clean kill. His blood is running a little dry. Must be nearly solid from all the drugs in his system. Your brother in arms would be proud. We can donate the money now. Move out, soldier. [[End]] <<else>> <<= $emptyLines2[$emptyIndex] >> <<set $emptyIndex = Math.min($emptyIndex + 1, $emptyLines2.length - 1)>> <<set $chamber += 1>> <<if $stankill == true>> [[Put Down The Gun->Stan Kills You]] <<else>> [[Put Down The Gun->PDTG2]] <</if>> <</if>>

<<if $chamber == 2>> Stan sniffles as he picks up the gun, inspecting it like a toy. He point it at you. "What's it like to kill your little brother<<if $asshole == true>> asshole?<<else>>?<</if>> Eyes. Baby blue, turned red. He's choking on gas. He's going to die. He can't speak but he looks at you past the tears. He grabs the collar of your shirt and pulls you close. His teeth, tight with pain, and his spit is foaming. Save him. Shoot him. [[Shoot him]] <<elseif $chamber == 4>> You've stared down the barrel many times. Never did you see such a petulant little shit smirking at you. "What did your parents think when you were dishonorably discharged? Daddy disappointed? Mommy cried?" In a second your father's eyes shot through your soul, what's left of it. The door, slammed in your face. You knocked, banged, kicked. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" you yelled. Before you turned down the street, you saw them. She closed the curtains as your eyes met. She was crying. [[They never forgave me]] <<elseif $chamber == 6>> "I'll make this easy for you," Stan says. "Do you forgive yourself?" [[Yes]] [[No]] <</if>>

<<if $bullet == $chamber>> You died a good death, soldier. Soon, you'll see your brother again. Look him in the eyes and be proud that you too went out fighting the good fight. [[End]] <<set $r2d = 1>> <<else>> <<= $emptyLines2[$emptyIndex] >> <<set $emptyIndex = Math.min($emptyIndex + 1, $emptyLines2.length - 1)>> <<set $chamber += 1>> Stan puts down the gun and snaps his fingers, pointing at you. "Lucky you." [[Pick up the gun->P4]] <</if>>

Eyes, baby blue. There are four chambers left. You could unload every last one and hit your mark before security pulls you from the chair. You could kill this disgusting, degenerate filth. Forget the money. It wouldn't do any good for //him// now. Restore honor to your name and his. Fire! <<if !$q1>> [[How did your girlfriend die?][$q1 = true]] <</if>> <<if !$q2>> [[How did you start shooting up?][$q2 = true]] <</if>> <<if !$q3>> [[Where are your parents?][$q3 = true]] <</if>> <<if !$q4>> [[Why are you here?][$q4 = true]] <</if>> <<if $killher == true>> <<if !$q5>> [[Why did you kill her?][$q5 = true]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if !$q6>> [[Where are you from?][$q6 = true]] <</if>> [[Shoot him->PTSD]]

Stan shakes his head and puts his face into his lap. "Eyes up, Mr. Stan," Hexana commands. Stan lifts his head up. Tears dance in his eyes. "I just wanted," he sniffles, "to give her the best." He wipes his eyes, "I didn't have the money for anymore hits. My dick is a shriveled up useless little prick! She only wanted my needle, the damned needle!" He's fuming, "That's what you want to hear, right!?" He screams at the crowd as they roar in laughter. His head sinks back into his lap, "I just wanted to do the best I could for her." He looks up at you, spitting, "You're dead!" Hexana smiles, "Ooo, I like this one." [[Pull the trigger->Pullthetrigger4]] <<set $stankill = true>>

"We're waiting," Hexana remarks. You stare the screen. Rage at the fact you can't stare into her eyes. You turn back to Dan and your clarity returns. Soldier! Answer! We need that gun back! [[I did what I had to]]

"Pft," Stan spits. "What a good little soldier you are." The audience turns their boos to you. [[He pulls the trigger->Pull the trigger4]]

<<if $bullet == $chamber>> Target confirmed, clean kill. His blood is running a little dry. Must be nearly solid from all the drugs in his system. Your brother in arms would be proud. Hexana is yelling over the roaring crowd. All you hear is the sound of peaceful silence. Security escorts you out the back. Mission accomplished. [[End]] <<else>> //Click.// <<set $chamber += 1>> Stan gives you a questioning glare. "What the fuck are you doing?" The audience goes silent. Quickly, before they stop you. [[Shoot him->PTSD2]] <</if>>

<<if $bullet == $chamber>> Target confirmed, clean kill. His blood is running a little dry. Must be nearly solid from all the drugs in his system. Your brother in arms would be proud. Hexana is yelling over the roaring crowd. All you hear is the sound of peaceful silence. Security escorts you out the back. Mission accomplished. [[End]] <<else>> //Click.// <<set $chamber += 1>> Stan realizes his predicament but he's cuffed to the chair, as are you. "Fuck man." Hexana calls for security. The audience gasps! Two more. [[Shoot him->PTSD3]] <</if>>

<<if $bullet == $chamber>> Target confirmed, clean kill. His blood is running a little dry. Must be nearly solid from all the drugs in his system. Your brother in arms would be proud. Hexana is yelling over the roaring crowd. All you hear is the sound of peaceful silence. Security escorts you out the back. Mission accomplished. [[End]] <<else>> //Click.// <<set $chamber += 1>> "Get me the fuck out of here!" Stan begs for his worthless life. Security has entered the floor. The audience erupts into a roar. Too late. [[Shut him up]] <</if>>

Target confirmed, clean kill. His blood is running a little dry. Must be nearly solid from all the drugs in his system. Your brother in arms would be proud. Hexana is yelling over the roaring crowd. All you hear is the sound of peaceful silence. Security escorts you out the back. Mission accomplished. [[End]] <<set PTSD = true>>

Stan snatches the gun and keeps pulling the trigger. Again and again. Shouting like a madman the whole time. It's all noise to you as instinct kicks in. You struggle with the cuffs to your seat. By the time sheer strength rips them off, your vision goes black. Hexana freaked out, called security. Stan left in handcuffs, you left in a body bag. The audience is torn. Half clap for a good show. Half fold their arms, thinking about the ticket price. You fought well, soldier. You went down fighting the good fight. Baby blue eyes smile at you. [[End]]

"From a long line of drugged up whores. My ancestors go back millenia, passed down from one pimp or another." Stan shakes his head, "You trying to find something valuable here?" He points to his face, "You're looking at nothing right now." He points to you, "Same shit you see in the mirror." You are not the same as him. You're a soldier! Fight for your title! [[Pull the trigger->Pullthetrigger4]]

"I can't imagine they could," Stan remarks. [[He pulls the trigger->Pull the trigger5]]

"You did your best you could, son." Your head snaps to the voice in the ground. Your father cries and gives you a nod. [[Don't take this from he->Pull the trigger4]]

The show continues. Thank you for enjoying Roulette Russian. Just so you know, the bullet is entirely random. Neither I, the author, nor you, the player, control it in any way. You can find more of my work on my patreon, 99% for free: https://www.patreon.com/c/Cleril You can also play through three other interactive fictions I've made below (all free): An adventure horror story where you get kidnapped: https://cleril.itch.io/kidnapped A sci-fi post apocalyptic horror: https://cleril.itch.io/human-interview-subject-003 An unfinished low-fantasty story about medieval mercenaries: https://cleril.itch.io/true-rpg-mercenary

Soldier, listen to me very carefully. This is no longer a game. This is an interrogation. You need to end this now. [[Shoot him->PTSD]] <<if !$q1>> [[How did your girlfriend die?][$q1 = true]] <</if>> [[Shoot him now->PTSD]] <<if !$q2>> [[How did you start shooting up?][$q2 = true]] <</if>> [[Stop fucking thinking and shoot the bastard->PTSD]] <<if !$q3>> [[Where are your parents?][$q3 = true]] <</if>> [[Make him proud->PTSD]] <<if !$q4>> [[Why are you here?][$q4 = true]] <</if>> <<if $killher == true>> [[Finish your mission->PTSD]] <<if !$q5>> [[Why did you kill her?][$q5 = true]] <</if>> <</if>> [[Baby blue eyes->PTSD]] <<if !$q6>> [[Where are you from?][$q6 = true]] <</if>>