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[finalgambit]

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cw: blood and shooting yourself in the head

[wagerachance]

[the gun goes off, passing right through his temple and ripping it's way out the other side of his head in a spray of blood.

His gun clatters to the floor as he slumps forward, face down on the table. A pool of blood immediately begins to form underneath his head and spreads out, staining the fabric.

He's still smiling, even as his eyes glaze over]