you were standing infront of a striped Wall, holding a black card with your name on it, your opponent, NapoleYolk was late, but nonetheless he sprinted to your side and held up his black card and…that’s all your remember before starting this deadly game of blackjack.

Now it was his turn, the saw was 1 foot away from him and 3 away from you, he looked at his hand, his cocky smirk vanished, he started to panic, the reality that he had gone over 21 sunk in. NapoleYolk: … he looked up at the saw, it was just waiting to rip right into his skull.