CARD DRIVER

Riva Lin

Oh thank fuck.

"AND ANOTHER THING! I don't know where you get off with this high-and-mighty attitude of yours! Card games have brought millions of people together across the world! So you thinking you're cool just because you're "not into it, man" really just shows off how-"

Wow, she's still going? Alright, you might be here awhile.



Huh. Who's that? Well, you can assume it's someone who works here, but it looks like they're looking for something. But what is that something? Oh, looks like you've been spotted. Let's see what's up.



"Hellooooo."

Aw fuck.

"Uhm, yes?"

"A friend of yours, Riva?"

"Uh, yes. Why?"

"Do they play?"

"Hello! Tiny floating dragon right here!"

"Oh thank God you changed your text color. I was worried."



"Either way, I'm so happy! So, I'll register you in the tournament-"

"Waiwaiwaiwaiwait, what? Pardon? Ex-fucking-scuse me?"

"Ah, how rude of me! See, someone just dropped out of the tournament. Normally we wouldn't just add someone in so late, but to keep things running smoothly, and to keep the fights going, it'd be much more elegant to just add someone in, don't you think?"

"B-But I just started playing! I don't even know the rules!"

"You'll pick them up quick! They're not hard to follow at all! Good luck! If you need any cards, I'll be right by the register! Feel free to have a look around! Bye beee~!"



Aaaaand they're gone.

You turn to Riva in disdain.



"You'll get no sympathy from me."

"I fight for my friends. Also WHAT THE FUCK AAAAAAHHHHH."

"Consider this your punishment for showing up late, heh! Hope you know how to put up a fight, because odds are, we're going to be paired up next."

"What kind of fucked up randomized pairing system is this!? Shouldn't I be going up against the person with the fewest wins!?"

"Don't worry about iiiit~! Have fun! I probably won't even have to use my Boss, ufufu!"

RIVA YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT and they're gone too. Damn it.



Well, fuck. Looks like you can't get out of this with anything short of bolting for the door. And social obligation holds you firmly within the four walls of this store. But you've got some time, and some pocket change.

What will you do?