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The Dwarven weapon clicks softly, and the Drow breathes a visible sigh of relief.

"As you can see, it's a pretty fun game, especially when you get a few people involved. For larger parties, there are other variations too, but lets wait a bit and see if anyone else is interested. The best part of this game is that there's only one rule; once you sign up, you can't walk away from the table. You try to run away, and we nail your feet to the floor. You can cry, call for mommy, piss your pants, whatever. But you can't walk away."

He smiles sadistically as he twirls the gun with a light-hearted air; it's gonna be a long, messy night...

((I've always loved Russian Roulette, and who else would have more fun with this than Drow? If you're feeling it, try and stay In-Character while playing, it makes things funny and interesting, though I won't complain if you decide not to. If enough people play, I may just bring this to a town or make it a contest!))

The Drow smiles, and twirls the gun again as he speaks.

"I'm real glad you asked. The rules are simple; you sign up, you gotta pull the trigger til somebody drops. We play it by spinning the chamber til the bullet lines up and fires into some poor goon's noggin. If you win, you get to wake up tomorrow, but there's also a little art prize; I call it Brain Stew, and the canvas is the wall behind the sucker. However, who knows? If this lasts a little longer, I might just throw in a little cash prize, or maybe even a tasty item. The only way to find out is to play. Besides, it's free! What have you got to lose? I mean, other than about two hundred IQ points."

He smirks at the joke, and stops the gun, holding it up to her, handle first.

"So, whaddya say? You game?"

q large drow male walks over his sword hanging over his shoulder he looks at the gun "well hey look at that a little game of chance" he proceeds to sit down near them and gives them a look "well im in"


(p.s what if our guy dies persey...XD do our characters cease to exist or is this just an in charecter game?)

((Head wounds aren't always fatal! There's a very good reason my character has one eye: It took him two tries to win, XD. Don't worry; I'll think of an excuse for your survival, unless you want to supply one, lol. This is just for fun, and maybe a bit of profit.))

A smile begins to creep across the Drow's face as people start to arrive.

"Well, all right... It looks like we've got our first game almost ready. One more person, and we're good to go, unless you two want to go at it right now..."

He smiled and continued to twirl the gun.

"All you've gotta do is sit down at this here table."

He jerks his thumb towards a small card table sitting in the back of a darkened room. There's some booze on the table, a few packs of cigarettes, and a whole lot of empty Kleenex boxes. There are also some very odd-looking stains on the walls and carpet, but its hard to tell given the paint job. The Drow strolls over and plops down into one of the cheap-looking wooden chairs and puts his feet up. He checks the revolver again, and sets it in a small receptacle on the table where it waits the daring fingers of it's first challenger. The Drow spread his arms wide, inviting the pair to the table.

"If you're game, have a seat. We've got some smokes if you want 'em, a little liquid courage to help you stare down the dragon, and some snot rags in case you get real fond of life all of a sudden."

He slapped the table, and slid out two chairs with a smile.

"Who's ready to play?"

The Drow smiled broadly again, and tapped the side of his nose.

"Now that's the attitude I like to hear! And of course the stuff is good; most people only get one drink. However, if you want to start the first round, I'd be glad to kick it off. Ladies first..."

He pulled the gun out of the cradle, and handed it to her with a smile before turning to the other guy.

"Hey buddy, if you want in you better hurry! This kitten's got claws, and she's looking to scratch right away, so she ain't waiting. Take a seat if you like."

((Okay, it's simple; roll a six sided die. If its a six, you're toast. Anything other than that and we continue.))

The Drow smiled as the gun gave a soft *Click*. He tipped his head, and raised his glass to her.

"Luck's got your back tonight my friend. Let's see if it can hold out. I guess its my turn..."

He took the gun and spun the cannister, placing it under his chin and squeezing the trigger fearlessly.

"Alantha, nice to met you." She takes the gun and smiles at him. "Though if one of use dies, names are kind of pointless, don't you think?" She spins again and waits for it to stop. When it stops she pulls the trigger, hearing a click again. "Damn, today is my day it seems."