🕯️ A Table, A Revolver, A Price
You wake in a dark room that seems to end exactly where the light stops. One table. One revolver. One Dealer whose gaze never blinks. Six chambers wait like coin flips with teeth. The rules are simple until you actually hold the gun. Pull the trigger and the world either continues or ends. Six Ways to Suffer wraps chance in ritual and asks if you can make courage behave like strategy. Your goal glows like a dare on the felt: reach $999 and leave alive. The Dealer smiles as if the number is a private joke, and maybe it is.

🎲 Risk Is A Currency, Nerve Is A Skill
Each turn is a little thesis on probability. You spin, you peek, you choose. Point the barrel at the Dealer and you might earn quick cash, upgrades, or a precious reroll. Aim at yourself and the payout climbs higher—greed fertilized with fear. Roguelike structure keeps the tension honest: one mistake, one bang, and the run returns to zero. The lesson arrives fast. Luck is only loud when you let it speak first; planning can make even a coin flip feel like choreography.

🧪 Six Bullets, Six Personalities
Standard rounds whisper inevitability. Then the specials arrive and your brain wakes properly. A tracer round reveals a chamber’s secret just long enough to tilt the odds. A dud hums with deceit, lowering the risk for one shot but spiking it for the next. A split round can jump chambers if it misfires, retuning your estimates on the fly. A freeze round locks the cylinder for a turn, perfect for forcing the Dealer into a bad decision. A burn round carries damage over time—point it well and the nervous man across the table will do your math for you as his chips melt. A golden round turns a safe pull into a windfall that dares you to stay another hand. Effects stack, chain, and collide in ways that feel like chemistry with nerves.

🧠 Math, But Make It Murderously Clear
If you like numbers, the table is a thesis defense. If you don’t, the game still translates odds into feeling. Clicks tighten your breath; safe chambers become a rhythm you can count. After every pull, the cylinder’s story changes: five empty, one hot becomes four and one; a reveal here, a misfire there, suddenly the Dealer’s smirk means something measurable. You’ll start saying things like safest shot is him on two and mean it. You’ll also lie to yourself once in a while. The gun doesn’t care.

🃏 The Dealer, A Mirror With Teeth
He isn’t just a prop; he’s a pressure system. Sometimes he bids you higher with sweeteners: extra cash if you aim at your own temple, a discount on an upgrade if you let him shoot first. Sometimes he grows quiet and lets the silence spend your bravery for you. His tells are tiny—an inhaled breath before a high-risk bluff, a blink he cannot control when the cylinder favors you. Punish those tells and he folds early. Misread them and he’ll buy your luck out from under you.

💼 Trinkets, Tweaks, And Temptations
Between rounds you shop from a cabinet that shouldn’t exist in a void. Small charms adjust reality in ways that feel politely impossible. A worn rabbit’s foot gives a one-time free click—hear the empty chamber before you commit. A cracked hourglass lets you rewind a single decision in the whole run. A ledger adds a payout bonus if you survive a round after aiming at yourself, the kind of cold math that turns shaky hands steady. None of it guarantees safety. It just nudges fate hard enough to matter.

🧩 Encounters That Reshape The Loop
Not every step is shoot or don’t. Events slip in like thoughts you didn’t invite. A whisper behind you offers to swap two chambers while the Dealer looks away. A shadowed patron drops a bullet on the felt and asks which slot you prefer—truth or dare as a mechanic. A flickering light forces a blind shot with doubled rewards. These moments are tiny stories that fork your plan, then stare to see if you follow through.

📈 From Panic To Poise
First runs are chaos—breath held, coin flips taken, regret immediate. Then the loop starts to teach. You begin using reveals to herd danger toward the Dealer’s turn. You hoard the freeze round for when his wallet is fat and his patience is thin. You accept small wins early so you can take an educated risk late. The curve is kind in a cruel way: it never lies about consequences, but it hands you every tool to outthink the moment if you can outwait your pulse.

🧠 Little Habits Of Survivors
Count after every click. Don’t trust momentum; trust math. If the Dealer offers a side bet that seems generous, ask which chamber he’s trying not to face. Use tracer first, freeze second, greed last. When a golden round appears, decide before you touch it whether it’s fuel for escape or bait for the trap called just one more. Keep one escape charm for the late game and ignore every reason to spend it early. If a plan depends on two miracles, it’s a story, not a strategy.

🔊 Sound Like A Metronome For Courage
Audio is your second HUD. Empty chambers breathe a dry click that will live in your bones. Live ones arrive with a throat-punch thud you’ll swear you felt in the table legs. Chips clatter in precise counts, letting you track payouts without looking. The Dealer’s card shuffle carries a different rhythm when he’s about to bluff; the room’s hum dips a note when a special round is in the mix. Play with headphones and you’ll begin to hear odds as music.

🌫️ Art Direction That Squeezes The Air
The void isn’t empty, it’s focused. A lamp halo carves a circle around the scene like a ritual. The gun is rendered with unkind clarity; the table’s felt bears tiny scars of past decisions. Bullets glow faintly with their personalities—cool blue for freeze, oily shimmer for burn, gaudy glint for gold—readable in a glance but never clownish. UI floats at the edge of vision so math lives near your fingertips, not in your face.

💥 Failures That Still Teach
When you die—and you will—the aftermath is a quiet inventory. Which chamber was it? Which upgrade did you hoard for no reason? Which bluff did you buy because your hand wanted motion more than your head wanted truth? The game gives you a second to answer, then folds the table away like a stage hand and invites you back with nothing but knowledge and a steadier wrist. That’s the roguelike handshake: start over, start smarter.

🏁 The Walk Out, If You Earn It
Hit $999, and the Dealer leans back as if a weight finally slid off his shoulders. The lamp brightens half a notch. The revolver looks smaller. You can leave. Or you can accept a final offer—one more round, absurd payout, legacy charm for the next life if you survive. You will hate how much you want to stay. If you do, may your math be sharp and your nerve sharper.

🧾 Credits In The Dark
Six Ways to Suffer is crafted by Scrawach and Klipnity, and it plays like a shared dare turned into design. The pieces click because someone loved probability enough to make fear feel fair. On Kiz10, the loop is fast, the stakes are razor honest, and the choice—aim there or here—never gets less electric.

🔥 Why You’ll Say “One More Spin”
Because tension this clean is rare. Because special bullets turn chance into chess. Because the Dealer’s tiny tells become a language you learn one lost run at a time. Because leaving at $997 feels physically impossible. Because every safe click is a breath you earned, and every payout is a bruise on fate. Sit down. Count the chambers. Raise the gun with steady hands. If destiny is dealing, at least make it sweat.

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