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While escaping the persistent guards, even if he had bought himself out of the collar, it seems that they won't easily forget the fact that he managed to swindle his way out of the deal.

He slipped inside a dark room, and suddenly he was handed something heavy.

This shape...a gun?

"Point that at random and shoot. If you managed NOT to get shot, at the end of the game you'll get a generous amount of coins...shared between those who unharmed." whispered someone at his side.

That means...
He concentrated and sharpened his hearing-there's a sobbing sound, a grunting, heavy breathings---this room is packed with peoples.

He quickly made his way back to the door, but two strong hands kept him from escaping. "A-ah. Once you're in, there's no way out of this. Except, say, you're critically wounded or so. You will worth more alive than dead."

There's no way out of this.

HP: 50/50

THE MIGHTY MOOSE was no longer interested in this event, televised or no, or it's silly games. If he found his manager, he was first going to punch him very hard, and then immediately ask that his contract be set on fire and that SMALLER MOOSE be returned post-haste.

So, when he heard there was a very dangerous game with a ludicrously high payoff, he signed up immediately. As he was led into the dark room and handed the obviously prop gun, he sneered at the sounds of wimpering and sobbing in the darkness.

Overactors. They couldn't even RECORD in here.

HP: 50/50

Another shot went off and with it came all the regret that had been building the moment he had entered this room. The bullet grazed across his bicep on his left arm leaving an angry wound that was at least not as bad as the one he given himself.

"I've made some poor life choices..."

HP: 34

Coins: 127

There weren't any extra points for eliminating the other participants, so Lissa kept the gun aimed low, where the worst thing to lose would be a few spare toes. "Sucks to suck," she shrugged, and then with two hands on the pistol she fired once into the darkness.

There. Now that wasn't so hard, was it? Easy money, as long as she knew how to dodge bullets.

Lease was racking her brain trying to remember how familiar this was. It was even in a Lady Gaga song for pete's sake. The attendants were looking at her anxiousness, trying to move her along with the whole ********, stop looking at me funny." She barked at them, finally raising her aim high and pulling the trigger. Her hand shot back from the recoil and she winced. This was not like the zombie arcade game at all, real guns were more powerful and kind of hurt.

It was then that she remembered what Russian Roulette was. "Oh s**t, I shot someone.. didn't I...." Oh well, better them than her, right?

Ahh, Russian Roulette. One of the most seemingly placid games with little chance of actually being hurt -- but on the miniscule chance that you would get hurt, it could be fatal. The Russians certainly knew how to add the danger to their games? But in this casino and dark room, at least they weren't aiming directly at the head.

Though that gave rise to the room, exactly what were they shooting at? If their bullet ricocheted, it could easily hit themselves. But was that really the danger? With a casino that took human lives so easily and quickly.. he had a bad feeling about all of this. This game couldn't be nearly as innocent as it looked.

However, Sho was willing to take the risk. The gun clicked, and anticipation and tension filled the room.

A pained cry shot out following the bullet's direction- as he hit the young girl in the top half of her body. Sho really couldn't call this an accident, although it certainly hadn't been intentional. He had a bad feeling after all.. and yet he had chosen to continue on to do it. He could only hope that he hadn't injured them too badly.

His gaze darkened to glare at the door and the person behind them who had given him the gun. It figured they wouldn't let the shooter know exactly what they were shooting at -- and that meant he was a target for anybody in the room as well. "If there were any bullets left, I would have shot the attendant."

This was twisted, degrading each and all of them to entertainment factors. Who knew that humans had this sort of sense of humor?