The Suicide Game

THE S U I C I D E GAME [[Start->One]]

You hold your lover tight as you try to untangle the knot they've tied around their neck. You lift them up, hoping to relieve pressure from their [[throat.->Kiss]]

The place they most liked to be kissed. It was like playing russian roulette with their affections. Would you elicit a [[giggle?->giggle]] A [[laugh?->laugh]] A [[moan?->moan]]

Your lovers dimples held the shadow of [[their past.->their past]] You never understood why you were attracted to broken toys. Something about the [[dark spirits->dark spirits]] sucked you in, and made you [[feel alive.->feel alive]] Death is always near. Wanting to die--always a topic of discussion. [[back->Kiss]]

You remember the [[first->first time]] time you saw their teeth. A gust of air picked up and blew your hat off the pier and into [[the ocean tide.->the ocean tide]] You hear your lovers laugh [[in the wind.->in the wind]] [[back->Kiss]]

Their nakedness was not nudity, in as much as [[statues->statues]] aren't covered with clothing. Your lover's body was a display of [[beauty.->beauty]] As much as anything [[living->living]] can be. [[back->Kiss]]

You're tempted to call your lover a liar when they tell you...you're not sure why. The phrase "everyone has trauma" holds steady in your throat. [[back->giggle]]

When your lover meditated nearby, you felt the air get lighter. [[back->giggle]]

Your lover liked being hit, said it made them feel something they needed. They said it made them feel like being woken up from a nightmare albeit briefly. [[back->giggle]]

A relationship is made up of as many firsts as it is lasts. You never see the last time coming. [[back->laugh]]

So much for ebb and flow. The tide of life only recedes, and it takes you with it. [[back->laugh]]

You can only wish so hard for your lover's breath to return. [[back->laugh]]

Your lover's skin turns a pallid shade of blue. You never thought you'd play Pygmalion. They are Galatea, and it isn't time for magic. It's time for goodbye. [[back->moan]]

Their body is heavy and limp as you cut them down. You feel their body's warmth for the last time, and [[call 911.->Aftermath]]

Your lover used to say "This life feels like punishment," and now you understand what they mean. [[back->moan]]

"I'm sorry for your loss." "My condolences." "They were too good for this world." [["How do you feel?"->Psychiatrist]]

Your psychiatrist writes a prescription for yet another anti-depressant. While you wait for the pharmacy to fill the script, you go out into the parking lot and type [["gun shop"->Gun Shop]] into google maps.

The clerk behind the glass shelves tries to sell you a fancy automatic rifle. A school shooter special. You point at a simple [[.38->Home At Last]] and take out your bank card.

At home, the gun sits forebodingly on your dining room table, next to a half-empty, or half-full bottle of whiskey. [[Pour another drink->Drink]] Do it.

Another drink passes. You use the washroom, careful not to step on the broken glass from the mirror you shattered earlier. [[Do it->Do It]]

You call 911 and put them on speakerphone. "Hello, what's your emergency." (link:"Hello?")["*click*"] [[You put the gun in your mouth->The End]]

The metallic taste isn't the last memory you want, but then again, it doesn't matter. You won't be around to remember it. [[Pull the fucking trigger->Try Again]]

A white light without sense of space or (link: "time.")[time, but it doesn't last] [[...->Respawn]]

All your senses come back like a heart attack. You rip the headset from your face, and look down at the sensor nodes attached to your torso. Your friend's clap. Zoe, behind the terminal gives you a thumbs up, and asks you what you think of [[The Suicide Game->Goodbye]]

Written and Coded by dcsross [[Play again?->Start]]