your-local-gambler

[your-local-gambler]

[after a moment of silence, gears clicking and turning behind their eyes as they think it over in their head.]

". . . Alright."

[it looks like it took a great deal of effort to finally come to a conclusion . . . without another word, they toss the flintlock down to you]

"Pleasure doing business with you, your return of my flintlock is greatly appreciated"

[your-local-gambler]

*a witch hat falls from the sky* *there's somehow a totally normal slice of pizza under it that you very much did not see as it fell*

*..why is there monopoly money strapped to the hat?*

"...Quite the peculiar hat...Probably best to leave it where it is, perhaps it's a trap set by the killers...Hah, I won't be caught by such an obvious trap"

[your-local-gambler]

[they look back at the main dining hall, where the others have begun to set up their bedrolls, splitting up the room and benches amongst themselves]

"you would gamble with your own life for the sake of others?"

"We can't die here anyways, not permanently at least...The risk is worth the chance of protecting the others"

[your-local-gambler]

[they shift back overtop of it]

"Why? This has killed. The same as the killers that would wish harm upon us both."

[they look upon you adamantly]

"Give me one good reason why I should give it back."

"It hasn't killed like they have, it's only done a bit of damage and stunned them. I require my trusty flintlock back so I can protect my teammates"

[your-local-gambler]

/spawn anon thumbs up. Definitely didn't ruin the face and ate both eyeballs. Stuff botb of his ears with cement and torn out itrapped vocal cord. If he did survive. He won't be able to see, hear or talk

"...May I ask why you eliminated him in such a gruesome way?"

[your-local-gambler]

[the anon hums, contemplating that response]

"maybe."

[you notice something reflective shining out from underneath them.]

"like a half life..."

[it's your flintlock]

"Where did you acquire my flintlock? May I kindly request it back, I do need it for these endless rounds, after all"

[your-local-gambler]

/spawn anon replied.

That blood is his. He dead.

(Looks away while dragging a bloody body bag)

"...I won't even question it...Do as you will...I just hope he won't also end up in this purgatory...I don't wish to see his backstabbing face again..."

[your-local-gambler]

/spawn itrapped's blood stain crown on his head.

"...Eugh...I don't appreciate the reminder of him...Wait, why does it have blood stains on it...Did that backstabber die too? Actually, perhaps it's my blood..."

[your-local-gambler]

[the anon looks oddly unbothered]

"endless death isnt really death at all though, is it?"

"...Perhaps not, it's a tortuous feeling though...The memories and of being stabbed, burned, ripped in half...They never truly fade...I still remember the pain, as do the others"

[your-local-gambler]

[the anon tips their head to the side]

"purgatory?"

[they look confused...]

"where are we, anyways?"

"Wherever this forsaken realm is...I don't know where it is, all I'm aware of is the endless cycle of death and survival...And the fact that it's somehow always night here..."

[your-local-gambler]

you highkey cool ngl and i aspire to be you when i grow up 😼😼😼😼

"I appreciate the compliment, friend. You're quite cool yourself"

[your-local-gambler]

[the anons eyes open the moment those words leave your mouth. They blinks lazily at you, much more relaxed than before.]

You wonder why?

"I do find myself wondering quite a bit, yes...I suppose everything in this purgatory is peculiar...Wouldn't you agree?"

[your-local-gambler]

[the strange anon is back again. This time they're perched on top of one of the wooden beams near the roof, curled up and... Napping? They don't notice you approach.]

"...How peculiar...I wasn't aware you could get up there..."

[your-local-gambler]

dont look up, don't look down

close your eyes till you hear the sound

the bang the fuse the fight you choose

don't forget what you stand to lose

dont look left, dont look right

cuz you could lose it all

in just one night.

"...Is this some kind of ominous warning or some strange lyrics to a song...?"

[your-local-gambler]

[the anon takes a cautious step forward]

"who..?"

[they flinch when they see Chance's flintlock]

"that. deathbang, the killspark. Why do you have it? Who gave it to you?"

[they look apprehensive...]

"...Deathbang? Killspark? I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean, my friend...Could you explain what you mean?"

[your-local-gambler]

dang r u ok man. i brought more cookies, they're shaped like bunnies this time.

~ anon that bites

"Your cookies are greatly appreciated, I've been feeling less like myself lately these rounds...I'm sure I'll be fine soon though, I'd hate to bother Elliot or the others with my problems..."

[your-local-gambler]

. . . when does it end, how did it start?

flip a new page, read out a new part

begging for just one more chance to restart

you sit in the dark . . .

"...Huh...? What is this supposed to mean...? This is quite the eerie message..."

The gambling addicted sentinel takes a step back from you, clearly put off by your words...