[SneakySniper169]

This story comes from my youth, Me and my friends were done school for the day and it was approaching summer. My dad had a pump-action shotgun he put in the upstairs closet for if burglars came. The shotgun, Filled with high powered shot shells came in play this warm afternoon. I and my friends loaded it up with practice shells that my dad used to teach me how to properly hold and use the shotgun.

I got one friend who wasn't playing to load the gun up in the other room. We sat in the living room in a circle Indian style and we passed the shotgun around in a circle. I remember passing the gun around until my friend Kev got the blunt end of the deal. Let's just say the roulette wheel landed on him.

The shot burst through his head at 1200 fps, The shot ripping through his brain, the pieces of skull and brain matter splashed on the carpet and the wall several feet away. We rushed out in panic, stunned by the sound of the blast, One of my friends Timmy threw up until nothing but bile came out. Later on, the police were called and his family came. Screaming at me, Calling us pieces of shit. We just stood there, accepting the end of our blame, Accepting our fate from the massive lost like a man who bets his home on the roulette wheel. We all lost that way, I guess the best way to win sometimes, Is not to play at all.....