P3: Hey! I have a question!
Referee No.1: Of course, what is your question?
P3: Before you explained the rules, you said all 11 of us. I guess you meant us, the players, but it's 12 of us!
Referee No.1 Checks his watch, it's 23:59.
Referee No.1: Indeed I said that. You will find out soon enough.
Suddenly, moments before midnight, two policemen break through the locked door.
Policeman: DON'T MOVE! WE ARE HERE BECAUSE WE HEARD SOMEONE WANTS TO HOLD A DEATH GAME!
The policeman points his gun at Referee No.1.
Referee No.1 removes his mask, and he doesn't seem like he is scared or surprised at all.
Referee No.1: Hello there.
Policeman: It's you?
Policeman2: I told you it's probably going to be him, it always is.
P4: What are you waiting for? He wants to kill all of us!
Policeman: Who was it?
P4: What do you mean who was it?! It's the one with the mask!
Referee No.1 points at P4.
Referee No.1: He.
The policeman aims at the head of P4.
P4: W-what are you doing? HEY!
policeman: Are you sure, referee?
Referee No.1: He told me.
P4: What are you saying?! IT WAS NOT ME TRYING TO KILL EVERYONE!-
bang-
A bullet found P4's head, losing his consciousness. Falling over to the floor.
The other player's pulse skyrocketed. They were shocked, not understanding why the policeman would do what he just did.
Referee No.1: You have misunderstood me, P4. I was not talking about who tries to kill anyone, and I was not referring to you by him.
Policeman: I think we are done. Do you need us for anything else?
Referee No.1: No, you can leave now.
They leave.
Referee No.1: So back to the question, I think you now know why I said 11 players before instead of 12.
P3: N- NO! NO WAY YOU KNEW THIS WILL HAPPEN!
Referee No.1: You are right, it was not me. Someone else knew it.
P3: Who? THERE IS NO ONE ELSE HERE!
Referee No.1: Gentlemans! We are already starting late! How about we start the first round? Not like any of you would have any other options to do! There is a table at the middle with 11 revolvers with each having 8 slots in it, also 3 bullets for every player.
The players slowly, full with uncertainty, but pick up their weapons.
Referee No.1: Great! The sequence of who will try to shoot which other player will be the sequence on how the revolvers are placed before you pick them up!
Shooting sequence: ... P1 -> P2 -> P3 -> P5 -> P6 -> P7 -> P8 -> P9 -> P10 -> P11 ...
(P11 Being Bandeer)
Referee No.1: Have your time to insert your bullets as you want into your own weapons!
Referee No.1: After you all are ready with this, let's start the first turn! P1 begins! Don't forget to spin your cylinders, not following the rules will be awarded by execution!
P1 raises the gun to the head of P2
P1: I- I can't lose... I need to win!
BANG!
It was a live one - P2 in the next moment fell over, soon stopped breathing.
P1: HAH!! W- What have I done? Did I just kill him?
Referee No.1: Great, great! What a twist! It was a real bullet in the first shot! The show usually makes me wait for it to finally happen! Okay let's continue!
P3: YOU MONSTER! SOMEONE JUST GET KILLED! HOW CAN YOU ENJOY IT?
Referee No.1: How couldn't I? It's rare you can see someone die, especially 11 in one night! But now... the spin has decided, the second turn starts with... P11!
Bandeer: Then that's me. I guess I'm lucky, if I start then that means that the chances of me dying this turn is very unlikely.
Referee No.1: Then what are you waiting for? Shoot!
Bandeer, like if it would be totally normal, tries to shoot P1, but it's a blank.
P1: Huh- I thought I would pass out... If not the bullet then by the thought of I could get a shot in the head.
Referee No.1: It's your turn now, P1.
P1: Huh, calm down. Sure it won't be a live again?
Bandeer: You should hope it's a live, shouldn't you? If you think about it, if you won't kill the one who is right in front of you, then that means that either someone else will or no one will. Both mean that you are dead.
P1: Seriously! I know that! But how can you think about this clearly when it's human lives on the line?
Referee No.1: I recommend not to waste much time.
P1: Hmmm... Alright, let's see - He spins the cylinder and aim at P3 this time-
Bang!
Another real bullet hitting P3 now.
P1: Hah, hah, hah--- There is no way!
Remaining players: ... P1 -> P5 -> P6 -> P7 -> P8 -> P9 -> P10 -> P11 ...
Referee No.1: P3 is out! 8 players remaining! Let's see who starts turn 3. It's P7!
P7: Hmpf. Let's not waste any time.
Aims and it's a...
Blank.
P8: So it's my turn, I hope I have a live bullet loaded in.
He aims as well, and it's not other than a...
Blank.
It's P9's turn, if he now has a blank, then Bandeer will have to face the possibility of being shot for real.
P9 with shaking hands, while not even looking there, he aims and pulls the trigger-
Bang!
Referee No.1: P10 died! How amazing! This is the end of turn 3! The next one starts with... P9!
P9: HAAAAH!? AGAIN!? NOT AGAIN!
Bandeer: Hey, P9. What sequence did you load the revolver?
P9: W-wha-? Why?
Bandeer: You clearly are not okay to kill. Just tell me!
P9: Uhm... It was... It was... Live; Live; Blank; Live; Blank; Blank; Blank; Blank.
Bandeer: 3 lives, there are 2 lives that have a blank after it and 1 that have another life after it. It doesn't matter if you spin it. The chances of you shooting me is one in three.
Bandeer grabs P9's hand where he holds the revolver and lifts up aiming to his own head.
Bandeer: Come on, SHOOT!
P9: You... You are crazy!
Bandeer. Just do it! What are you waiting for? If you won't then you will die anyway for not playing the game properly! SHOOT ME!
P9: I- SHUT UP!P9 pulls the trigger-