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[ Currently sat in the Death match bar is Gary. However rather then just sitting with a beer and overthinking on events at Paradisa and back home he's sat at a table in front of a large blackboard. He would have his feet on the table like an elderly frat boy but M was nice enough to let him set up here and she's pretty much his adoptive Director.
Garys golden rule...don't fuck with the Director.]
Alright ladies and gentleman...I think this totally needs to be said.
This place is fucking miserable.
Yeah I know hardly a world shattering revelation. But traditionally back home, or at least my home where there is misery there is also a chance for profit. It's the American dream...kind of.
So with that being said I'm proposing we make things a little more interesting around here...lets start up a betting pool on the first major castle wide incident that will hit us for this month
For those of you unfamiliar with the glamorous world of wagers. A betting pool is where a number of people put money into a pot and individually make a bet on a particular outcome. The more the gamblers the higher the prize.
In the event of no winner...full refunds will be given.
I know, I know...it's a little tasteless. But the way I see it we're going to get fucked anyway, who says we can't get a little enjoyment out of being stuck with little brats or transported in to space? Unless you like that sort of thing?
So if anybody wants to come on down to the Death match bar...sample a couple of drinks from the wonderful new owner and make a wager then show me what you got boys and girls!
[ OOC: Let me know if you want your character to win. It would be the first person to message me but essentially though this is all just for fun.]
Garys golden rule...don't fuck with the Director.]
Alright ladies and gentleman...I think this totally needs to be said.
This place is fucking miserable.
Yeah I know hardly a world shattering revelation. But traditionally back home, or at least my home where there is misery there is also a chance for profit. It's the American dream...kind of.
So with that being said I'm proposing we make things a little more interesting around here...lets start up a betting pool on the first major castle wide incident that will hit us for this month
For those of you unfamiliar with the glamorous world of wagers. A betting pool is where a number of people put money into a pot and individually make a bet on a particular outcome. The more the gamblers the higher the prize.
In the event of no winner...full refunds will be given.
I know, I know...it's a little tasteless. But the way I see it we're going to get fucked anyway, who says we can't get a little enjoyment out of being stuck with little brats or transported in to space? Unless you like that sort of thing?
So if anybody wants to come on down to the Death match bar...sample a couple of drinks from the wonderful new owner and make a wager then show me what you got boys and girls!
[ OOC: Let me know if you want your character to win. It would be the first person to message me but essentially though this is all just for fun.]
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Get back to me whenever you're ready.
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[He writes it up on the blackboard underneath his own entry.]
Smart choice.
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[never mind that he knows that because he read his OLD entries, not because he actually remembers it.]
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Now if the water came out as guiness...that would cool.
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