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 Lifting a heavy curtain of spanish moss, the swamp gambler beckons you into a hollow in a shrub. The smell of sulfur isn't quite so strong in here, you think, and you hear the squish - squorsh - squish of your feet fade away as you step from putrid mud to drier moss, very soft and pleasant underfoot. "Take a seat," he says through his yellowed, toothy smile. "Take a seat. I'll make you a wager." [Now we gamble to see who gets to write the next part of the story. The next 3 people to volunteer will be drawn from randomly by die roll.] |
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i volunteer as tribute
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Mar 15, 2016 20:20
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i want to see if i can please the swamp gambler |
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Mar 15, 2016 20:23
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I sit down and try to think of what a three-sided die looks like
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Mar 15, 2016 20:25
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MrWillsauce posted:I sit down and try to think of what a three-sided die looks like you roll a d6 and divide by 2 I actually used random.org and it rolled a 2 so Android Blues you're it! Maybe you'll be next, Adiabatic or MrWillsauce |
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Mar 15, 2016 20:27
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aww shucks
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Mar 15, 2016 20:28
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I hope the dice pick android blues every time
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Mar 15, 2016 20:29
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You heft yourself down on the moss. It's dry and spongy, kind of like bracken took a nap. The main issue is regarding your knees, which kinda have to rise up against your chest, since there isn't enough horizontal clearance to cross your legs and there sure isn't a chair in here. The swamp gambler's anatomy is all junked up, like a frog on reality holiday, so he doesn't have that problem - typical house, stacking the deck against the marks. He makes a raspy little clicking sound and draws out what have to be knucklebones, you think, in a little pouch, spills them onto the table. "First things first," he says, "you came all this way to see me, and you know I don't play small dice...so what'd you bring to buy in with, kid?" He sounds pretty menacing, but you can't help but think that he's wrong, in that those knucklebones look really small, smaller than actual dice even. You probably don't learn about metaphors in swamps. |
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Mar 15, 2016 20:36
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(i assume alnilam sets up the next gamble! i hope i didn't do it wrong...) |
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Mar 15, 2016 20:40
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We need 1 more volunteer e: it's a collaborative story writing thing so there's no such thing as doing it wrong as long as it's fun and/or interesting and leaves things in a good spot for the next gambler alnilam fucked around with this message at 20:44 on Mar 15, 2016 |
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Mar 15, 2016 20:42
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MrWillsauce posted:I hope the dice pick android blues every time https://i.imgur.com/QKTkerO.mp4 |
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Mar 15, 2016 20:57
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Too late, rolled a 1 on the ol knucklebones. Adiabatic, you're up, and you also get to roll for the next contributor! (each contributor pls roll for the next contributor when you're done, keep the old volunteers on the list who haven't gone yet and add the new ones) Tell us what happens next in the small, sheltered bush |
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Mar 15, 2016 22:03
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alnilam posted:Too late, rolled a 1 on the ol knucklebones. Adiabatic, you're up, and you also get to roll for the next contributor! (each contributor pls roll for the next contributor when you're done, keep the old volunteers on the list who haven't gone yet and add the new ones) oh poo poo i totally didn't realize i was still on the hook. okay hmm lemme see here
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You carefully consider his request as you attempt to pierce the veil of his beady eyes. It's soon apparent that his motives elude you, and you po-po-po-poker face to buy time. A bead of slime pools above what you consider to be his brow, attacking and absorbing lesser accumulation before beginning its sluggish descent down the creature's nose. Gaining speed, it lemmings mindlessly towards the prominent curl between his nostrils. A slight hesitation gives way to freefall, the blob joining its many brethren on the table before you. Wait, what were you doing? Oh, right. You slam the title and keys to your Toyota Camry SE onto the surface before you, temporarily disturbing the creature's prized slime collection. "I only race for pinkslips, bro".
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