*You we're sitting in a dimly lit room. There was a table designed to play this game and on the table, a Shotgun.*

*desperate for money you played this sick twisted game. Similar to russian roulette but with different rules. You played again someone named Tord, with big scars on his right side and a robot arm, his smile seemed glued on a calm sinister face and the smile never seems to fade. He did not fear death for sure. First round, 3 empty ones and 4 real ones*