GAMBLIN RITUAL

[wooliefrand]

WHO: SHEEP
WHERE: PASTURE
WHEN: 81 STUPID LATE THRU 82 EARLY MORN

[hey guys were you all settling in

hahah TOO BAD

suddenly a darkness whips out, stretching from Clover's barn and reaching across the entire pasture, grabbing up anyone who might be in the way.

But it doesn't hurt you. No, instead you find yourselves..........dressed rather swanky. Think scarves, fedoras, gangster aesthetic.

The stars in the sky have been replaced with glittering coins and dice. Even some of the paper flowers reflect this change, the flowers now looking as if they are made from dollar bills and other currency.

And--oh yeah the Gambler Demon is perched on top of Clover's Barn what UP.]

Evenin' folks. Had me a little wager. So let's get to it.

RULES | SIGN UPS | MINGLE | ROUND 1 | Round 2 | round 3 | END GAME

Comments

[alittlelaugh]

I don' wanna grow up without my grandmother!

[jerkalope]

[ he sees that nobody in this pasture has decided to have The Talk with deaged Daffodil. typical. ]

What if I told you that you were already older when I first saw you. Say, late teens? If Beastmen were like regular humans in their lifespans...

[alittlelaugh]

Sounds fuckin' silly.

[jerkalope]

Do you think anything in this random sheep pen of wool and weirdos should be taken seriously?

[alittlelaugh]

Food is always serious.

[jerkalope]

You and Lily were the ones betting food. And our alcohol, but that's a moot point now.

[alittlelaugh]

I ain't liked it!

[jerkalope]

Then bet something else. Doesn't anyone here have any tacky decorations that a nouveau riche can be conned into thinking is priceless?

Make Muffin draw a picture and start a new trend.