We don’t sell the Instant Regret Chocolate Roulette anymore, sorry!

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We did once and we had fun. But we've moved on. These things happen. We've suggested some alternatives below you might like:

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Everyone loves a game of chance. Particularly when death is involved. There's a strange allure. It's the ultimate challenge.

Thankfully you'll not be sat in a dimly-lit Russian basement, feverishly placing a stone-cold muzzle against your sweaty temple, spinning the chamber, screwing your eyes shut and pulling the trigger of destiny.

In many respects this is actually worse. Once you're in, you're in. No backing out now. It may not blow your brains out but it is likely to cause violent chilli-infused trouser explosions.

There are 11 bullets in all, 10 milk and one searingly hot Instant Regret Chilli beast. Take turns eating a randomly selected cartridge and pray that you are not the tortured soul who sinks their teeth into a fiery oblivion. You'll quickly know who's bitten the fateful bullet – they'll be demanding large quantities of goats milk and displaying a remorseful crimson grimace the likes of which have never been seen.

This scorching hot wheel of "fortune" is the ideal tentative and stress-filled introduction to our lethal range.

Product info

Everyone loves a game of chance. Particularly when death is involved. There's a strange allure. It's the ultimate challenge.

Thankfully you'll not be sat in a dimly-lit Russian basement, feverishly placing a stone-cold muzzle against your sweaty temple, spinning the chamber, screwing your eyes shut and pulling the trigger of destiny.

In many respects this is actually worse. Once you're in, you're in. No backing out now. It may not blow your brains out but it is likely to cause violent chilli-infused trouser explosions.

There are 11 bullets in all, 10 milk and one searingly hot Instant Regret Chilli beast. Take turns eating a randomly selected cartridge and pray that you are not the tortured soul who sinks their teeth into a fiery oblivion. You'll quickly know who's bitten the fateful bullet – they'll be demanding large quantities of goats milk and displaying a remorseful crimson grimace the likes of which have never been seen.

This scorching hot wheel of "fortune" is the ideal tentative and stress-filled introduction to our lethal range.