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Game: Wheel Of Death
# of Players: 3
Jester(s): 2
Clown(s): 1
Every game started inside different stadiums. All are busy and occupied, no one can rely on each other's creative and wise minds.
They are all on their own.
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"What am I going to do now..." Jiseon shudders. His pupils wer shaking in anxiety.
"What wheel should we pick..." He grabs the wrist of the latter and scoots over for relief.
"I also don't know Jiseon..."
But the other was also frightened.
They observe different wheels in different colors. Obviously in a rainbow manner of arrangement, but that doesn't help in making them choose.
"Ehem, erm- jjaeng-jjaeng." The same clown of Anger vehemence, rings the mic with his aggressive voice.
"You know the mechanics so what's the point of repeating it. jjaeng-jjaeng." He bashes off the mic to the table, creating a pitch that made their ears bleed.
He walks down the stage, storming off, but he still got the audience laughing for him. It was truly awkward in some kind of way.
"Anger, you have to explain it properly!" Someone whispers to the back of the mic, still audible for the audience to hear.
"I don't want to, it irritates me to repeat it! Jjaeng-jjaeng."
They were arguing with the mics actually facing them. They are throwing jokes in the middle of the game.
"Argh! Alright, alright, mophead. Jjaeng-jjaeng."
The jokes weren't funny enough for the adult souls like them.
He goes back to the podium and sighs loudly. He begins the introduction once again.
"See the 5 wheels ahead of you. They are placed with different colors and different items. Or perhaps..."
Items?
"People."
Their hearts skipped a beat then continues to pump in such pace they can't imagine it could go to.
"3 players. 2 Jesters and 1 Clown. That 1 very clown is among those choices. Jjaeng-jjaeng."
Among these... Choices...
"The mechanics are simple. Throw your knives and hit an item within the 10 second rule and you're safe. If not threw, you will be the one in danger. Jjaeng-jjaeng."
The two golden clowns stared at each other, sharing each other's cold sweat through their palms and arms.
"Just be careful with what you are targeting. Jjaeng-jjaeng."
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Horizon (traitor) //ateez ff
Fanfictionpirate!au "Alright, King Kim Hongjoong and Queen Kim Jooyoung. May you have a long life and three thousand kids to labor at one night. Name every each of them as Wooyoung so that even once I could feel like the choice of the family." × Kim Hongjoong...
