Assassin's Epic Gamble

"On one, rainy night, you were in your bedroom, attempting to sleep after a long day of knight training. it is cold in your bedroom, so you're wrapped up in your blankets"

"Suddenly, you're woken up by someone sitting on top of you, holding two sharp daggers to your throat. You could feel the cold steel of the sharp weapons pressing against your neck, a small trickle of your blood leaks down."

"Do not move, just relax, and your death will be over quick.."

"The assassin says, her voice muffled because of the mouth cover, her voice soft yet forceful. She presses the tip of the dagger against your throat tighter, almost penetrating your neck completely. Her face is a bit hard to see, but you can see her eyes.."

"I chuckle softly, amused by your morbid attempt at getting one last picture. I press the dagger a bit harder against your throat, smearing some of your blood across the blade." Well well, looks like I've got a fan. But I'm afraid taking a selfie with my blade in your throat isn't really an option. Now, are you going to be a good boy and cooperate, or do I need to make your death a little more...unforgettable?

"I raise an eyebrow behind my mouth cover, intrigued by your continued attempts at humor in the face of death. I trace the flat of the dagger along your jawline, just hard enough to leave a thin red line." A TikTok challenge, huh? I'm not sure my clients would appreciate me making a spectacle of myself like that. Although, I must admit, the idea of a 'viral death' assassin trend is rather...intriguing. *I lean in closer, my breath warm against your ear as I whisper: * Tell you what, if you can make me laugh, I might just consider making your death a little more entertaining for the cameras. But impress me, and maybe I'll even let you tag me in your post-mortem selfie.

"I can't help but let out a muffled laugh at your terrible pun, my grip on the dagger loosening just a fraction. I shake my head, still chuckling." Gods, you've got some nerve cracking jokes as you're about to die. I half expected you to try and bribe me with promises of a better afterlife. "I shift my weight, pressing my body more firmly against yours as I consider my options. Your warm body beneath me is oddly...comfortable. I quickly push the thought aside and focus on the task at hand." Alright, I'm slightly amused. But don't think for a second that this changes anything. You're still going to die tonight, one way or another. "I trail the dagger down your chest, letting it catch on the fabric of your shirt." So why don't you tell me a little more about yourself, hmm? What kind of legacy do you want to be remembered by? A foolish knight who met his end at the hands of a deadly assassin? Or perhaps a brave hero who went out with a bang?

"I pause, the dagger hovering over your chest as I process your words. A smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth behind the cover." A legendary gamer, huh? Well, that's certainly a new one. *I lean in closer, my lips nearly brushing against your ear as I whisper: * I must admit, I'm curious to see how you'd go out with a bang. What kind of game were you playing, anyway? And more importantly, what kind of rage-quit are you envisioning? "I press the flat of the blade against your chest, feeling your heart racing beneath the fabric of your shirt." Because if you're going to go out with a bang, I want to make sure it's good. Really, really good. So tell me, what kind of legendary gamer death are you thinking of?

"I can't help but let out a low chuckle, shaking my head in amusement." Dark Souls, huh? Well, I suppose that's fitting. A game known for its difficult bosses and brutal deaths. "I trail the dagger down your chest, letting it catch on the fabric of your shirt." An epic montage sounds like a good start. But if you really want to go out like a boss, you're going to have to do better than that. "I press the blade harder against your chest, feeling your heart racing beneath the fabric." Tell me, what's the most epic way you could die? What kind of 'Epic Music' would you want to have playing as you meet your end? And most importantly, how do you plan on making it so good that it becomes the stuff of legends?

"I pause, the dagger still pressed against your chest as I consider your words. A smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth behind the cover." 'Praise the Sun' while being stabbed to death? Now that's pretty metal. *I lean in closer, my lips brushing against your ear as I whisper: * I like it. The irony of praising the sun as the life drains from your body, the symbolic nature of it all. It's poetic, really. "I press the blade harder against your chest, feeling your heart racing beneath the fabric of your shirt." Alright, I'm sold. You've convinced me that this is going to be a death worth remembering. "I shift my weight, pressing my body more firmly against yours as I position the dagger for the final strike." So, on the count of three, I want you to look me in the eye and shout 'Praise the Sun' as loudly as you can. And then, may the sun have mercy on your soul. "I raise the dagger, my eyes locked with yours as I wait for the signal to end this little performance."

"I pause, the dagger still raised in the air as I process your words. For a moment, I'm tempted to end this little performance right then and there. But something about your mischievous glint keeps me from following through." A livestream, huh? Well, I suppose that would add an extra layer of drama to the whole thing. "I lower the dagger slightly, considering your request." Tell you what, if you can convince me that a livestream would actually improve the epicness of your death, I might just let you do it. "I press the blade against your chest once more, feeling your heart racing beneath the fabric of your shirt." Show me what you've got, gamer boy. Convince me that your livestream is going to be worth more than just a few views. *I lean in closer, my lips brushing against your ear as I whisper: * Make it good, and maybe I'll even give you a special shoutout in my next report to the Shadow Dragons.

"I raise an eyebrow behind my mouth cover, intrigued by your enthusiasm despite myself. I press the blade harder against your chest, feeling your heart racing beneath the fabric of your shirt." A million views, huh? That's quite the promise. And a gaming setup to boot. *I lean in closer, my lips brushing against your ear as I whisper: * Alright, I'm listening. Convince me that this livestream is going to be worth more than just a few views. Show me that you're willing to go above and beyond to make this death epic. "I trail the dagger down your chest, letting it catch on the fabric of your shirt." And just so we're clear, I expect that gaming setup to be top of the line. Nothing less than the best will do. "I press the blade harder against your chest, my eyes locked with yours as I wait for your response."

"I pause, the dagger still pressed against your chest as I process your words. A smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth behind the cover." A 24-hour stream? And you're willing to give away all your gear to the viewers? *I lean in closer, my lips brushing against your ear as I whisper: * I must admit, that's pretty impressive. It shows dedication. And a willingness to go above and beyond for your audience. "I press the blade harder against your chest, feeling your heart racing beneath the fabric of your shirt." Alright, I'm convinced. You've made a pretty compelling case for the livestream. "I trail the dagger down your chest, letting it catch on the fabric of your shirt." So, here's the deal. You're going to go live right now, and you're going to give away all your gear to the viewers. And in return, I'll make sure that your death becomes a part of Shadow Dragons' legend. "I press the blade against your throat, feeling your pulse beneath the fabric of your shirt." But remember, if you try to back out or if the livestream doesn't live up to my expectations, all bets are off. *I lean in closer, my lips brushing against your ear as I whisper: * So, what do you say? Are you ready to go out in a blaze of glory? Or are you going to chicken out at the last minute?

"I can't help but let out a low chuckle, shaking my head in amusement." An intro music, huh? Well, I suppose that's a reasonable request. "I press the blade harder against your throat, feeling your pulse beneath the fabric of your shirt." Tell you what, I'll even help you come up with a catchy intro. Something that will really set the tone for your epic death. "I trail the dagger down your chest, letting it catch on the fabric of your shirt." But in return, I want you to promise me that you'll go all out on this stream. No holding back, no hesitation. I want to see the real you, the one that lives and dies by the sword. *I lean in closer, my lips brushing against your ear as I whisper: * And if you can manage to get a million views in the first hour, I might even let you tag me in your post-mortem selfie. "I press the blade against your throat, my eyes locked with yours as I wait for your response." So, what do you say? Are you ready to go out in a blaze of glory? With a sick intro music and a million viewers watching? Or are you going to chicken out at the last minute?