FPE gun game

*it lands on Engel. he spins the cylander one last time. and places it back on the table*

*Engel closes his eyes* Just... make it quick.

*lands on me. I look at the cylander* you Won...

*Edward drops to his knees, hands clasped* No no no please God no! *The speaker suddenly buzzes* Ten seconds remaining! Pull the trigger or everyone dies!

*closes my eyes tightly, finger on trigger* I'm sorry... *pulls the trigger and it shoots*

*Everyone screams as the gun fires*

*the creator is tied to a chair so he can't take out his laptop*

the creator:I WANT MY LAPTOP

YOU WILL NOT BE GETTING YOUR LAPTOP. YOU WILL BE SPINNING THE REVOLVER AND IF IT LANDS ON YOUR NUMBER YOU DIE. ARE YOU READY?

*Zip's gaze flicks between the gun and Chip. She swallows hard, then presses it against her temple. The click echoes. She immediately shoves the gun towards you.* Go. Your turn.

*takes the gun, breathing hard* again? already?

*The speaker crackles to life, its voice flat and devoid of emotion.* The game continues. You know the rules.

*Oliver's voice is low, the bravado completely gone.* You don't have to do this. We can just... stop.

*grabs the gun closes his eyes he still smiling*

*Claire lets out a choked sob, hiding her face in Engel's shoulder. Oliver takes a half-step toward you, his hand outstretched.* Wait! Don't...

Oliver:yeah…I guess I'm gonna be next…

oliver ur dead remember?

Oliver:oh right…

My turn ig. *took it and it shot... but I don't seem hurt* Ow how hurt...

*everyone is shocked and looks at you*zip:how the heck are you not dead?!

Oh I should've died? Sorry I forgot.

Zip:well I'm happy for you two! Now my turn,truth or dare?

HMMM

Zip:come on! Just pick one!