Being ushered into the church alongside the Reverend, you suddenly realize that the ceremony has already begun! The pews on either side of the room are filled with people and all of the Bridesmaids and Groomsmen are standing at the altar. The organist begins a new song as you make your first steps forward. The people look and smile as they see the Reverend. He smiles and nods and waves at many of them as you pass. You keep in step and attempt to play the part, putting on your best smile and following the Reverend’s lead.

The people however, hardly notice you at all. And even those that do, look away as quickly as your eyes make contact and quickly return to facing forward in their seats. Each step down the aisle feels slower than then the last but eventually, you both reach the front of the church and seperate. The Reverend waves you into position at the front of the Groomsmen before he carefully takes his perch behind the altar where he will perform the ceremony.

DUN-DUN-DA-DUN...

The Bridal Chorus begins, signaling a rise of everyone from their seats. The church is filled with shuffling feet and hushed voices as Claire appears at the back of the Church. Admittedly, she looks radiant, standing in her white wedding gown with a small bouquet of flowers in her arms. Slowly, she begins to walk toward you, lifting her head high. Her eyes pass from you to her father and back again, all the while steady and proud. Gail follows her, managing the long train of her dress. For the most part, she smiles sheepishly and keeps her head down, ignoring the looks, and the second looks, of nearly everyone that she passes by.

Her green dress hugs her curves with a stripper-like sheen, so tight you can see the outline of her navel in the center of her tight, rock hard body. There’s a collective moment of nervous tension amongst nearly every male in the room as she steps through a beam of sunlight pouring in through one of the southeastern windows. As she does, her dress practically disappears. The light passes straight through, allowing everyone to see that she isn't wearing a bra and, quite possibly, not wearing any panties either.

As everyone forcefully attempts, and fails, to remain focused on the bride, Gail continues to strut along behind her sister, dutifully carrying her train and maintaining her fake, innocent smile. As Claire stops at the base of the altar, Gail gently steps away and takes her position in front of three, wide-eyed, mouth agape Bridesmaids. Much like them, you too are caught staring at her body when she finally turns to look back at you. Instinctively, you flinch and try to look away but stop when you notice the look on her face. Her teeth are grinding together, her lips open just far enough for only you to see. She’s like an animal, feeding off the lust she’s generated throughout the room. Her eyes narrow and she stares straight into your eyes...

“You know you want it.” you can hear her voice in your head. “I dare you to fuck me right now and show my whole family what a piece of shit you still are.”

The organ grows into thunder, filling the church with an echoing swell of anxiety. You turn your focus to your hands, clenched together with Claire’s, and resist the temptation to look back at Gail.

Your eyes find Claire’s just as she reaches out for you to take her hand at the front of the altar. As you do, she looks up at her father with moisture filling the lids of her eyes. He nods and presses his lips together without saying a word. You watch as she takes a deep breath and finally turns away from him to take her position directly across from you at the altar.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, our friends,” the Reverend begins. His voice addresses the entire church without any need for a microphone.

“Please be seated.”

Claire looks up at you and stares straight into your eyes. You can see that she’s desperately trying to keep herself from bursting into tears. You can almost feel the pain she’s holding behind her face. It sears into your mind, crushing you from the inside out. A bead of sweat breaks across your forehead as her father begins the formalities.

A tear escapes and drips down Claire’s cheek. You watch it fall and suddenly you are once again aware of Gail standing behind her. She is still glaring back at you, letting her eyes drop, the moment you notice her again, seductively descending the front of your body until they stop at the center of your waist. You swallow hard and try to ignore it but your mind is already racing. Your blood starts pumping faster and soon you realize you are holding Claire’s hands much harder than you had intended.

You look back at her and loosen your grip. She doesn’t flinch away, but her chin drops ever so slightly and then returns to normal. Your eyes again look away and find Gail. Her eyes have begun to narrow, as if she were losing her patience.

“Come on,” her voice appears in your head once again. “What the fuck are you waiting for?”

Pull The Dice!

This feels like a 6...

---

If you pull a 6 or higher,

Continue here.

If the total of your dice is less than or equal to 6,

Continue here.

---

The Vulture Revolver Owner's Manual ©2009-2022 RVR Games
A Division of Revolver Visual Design LLC
Recommended for Mature Audiences Only | Credits