Rock, Paper, Scissors

My friends and I played rock, paper, scissors with the loser of our game to blow his brains out. It was inevitably going to get sloppy and sticky in the living-room. Perhaps worst was when Micko managed to shoot himself in the head without dying. He just staggered about and I got angry with him as the blood had spattered on the stereo and the tv- the new flatscreen. He shot himself again and finally came to rest under the coffee table. I was the last man standing and considered playing a round with myself, but it just felt silly.