Re: Battle Royale! Round 5: Monte Casino
01-23-2010, 07:07 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
Mike steadily grew to know the rules. It was a simple game. Just beat the dealer. It was easier said then done. Mike had won and lost at an even rate so far. He had started gaining objects, adding to the wealth of his chips while his chips themselves began to dwindle. He held a small container of pills in his hand, won from a strange female that was always smiling. She had held a small device up to him, and told him something odd.
"Ooh, you're not very happy mister! Take some of those pills, I have plenty more!"
Mike was of course stupid enough to comply. There was something about that smile of hers. One that said, 'Be happy, or i'll hurt you'
Hurting people was Mike's job.
'Looking back, havn't I been the one getting hurt? Well, ok I have killed like three guys so far, but i've been stabbed and crushed more than they have. Probably. Now, i'll get my revenge. I'll have a small advantage. Whatever they win will be countered by what I win. Too bad Zeke isn't here, he has a hard unreadable face.'
Face. An idea struck Mike. Whit and Itzal were two people (Is Itzal a person? Whatever). They had the power to win twice as much as Mike. Not only that, but they would win more often. But, Mike had two souces of sentience on his side. And if they had something to bet, and could use his mouth to comunicate, they could definitely hold their own.
"Excuse me, i'll be giving some chips away" He told the dealer.
"And to whom should I give these, sir?"
"Why, to my two companions. Split them to 150 each. That leaves me with 750 right?"
Mike made the vectors appear, and they held their palms face up. They positioned itself on the empty seats on the left and right of Mike, the cloaked figure having been eliminated early on. The dealer complied, albeit sceptically, and started dealing out cards. Mike popped a small handful of pills into his mouth and swallowed. Almost instantly, a glorious sensation overtook him. It was like the emotion Mike felt when he had wasted Xeno, only magnefied and pure. His smile was now true, and he wondered what this girl had done to lose. Was it that the rules confused her, or did she lose on purpose to feed him this joy? Whatever the case, the odds began to tip in his favor. His vectors talked in hand signals whenever they could. Double taps for hit, sideways sweeps for stays. They never surrendered or folded, they constantly took risks, and they hardly ever lost. Soon, on top of Mike's counter of 2470, they had 3680 combined. That ment 6150. To Mike, that felt like a hefty amount.
"You can transfer all of my money into my leg now. My companions will keep playing for now, so don't take from them."
The dealer nodded, seemed to do something behind the table. A few motions later, and Mike's counter emptied. The chips left the table, but he asked to keep the pills. Soon after, a very ticklish sensation itched into his stump, webbing itself into replacement body parts. Mike had to grit his teeth and fold his arms into his pits to refrain rom scratching. A second passed, and the sensation stopped. He glanced down. Not more that an inch of leg was grown. At least it was progress.
"Good man, I'll stand back now."
Mike steadily grew to know the rules. It was a simple game. Just beat the dealer. It was easier said then done. Mike had won and lost at an even rate so far. He had started gaining objects, adding to the wealth of his chips while his chips themselves began to dwindle. He held a small container of pills in his hand, won from a strange female that was always smiling. She had held a small device up to him, and told him something odd.
"Ooh, you're not very happy mister! Take some of those pills, I have plenty more!"
Mike was of course stupid enough to comply. There was something about that smile of hers. One that said, 'Be happy, or i'll hurt you'
Hurting people was Mike's job.
'Looking back, havn't I been the one getting hurt? Well, ok I have killed like three guys so far, but i've been stabbed and crushed more than they have. Probably. Now, i'll get my revenge. I'll have a small advantage. Whatever they win will be countered by what I win. Too bad Zeke isn't here, he has a hard unreadable face.'
Face. An idea struck Mike. Whit and Itzal were two people (Is Itzal a person? Whatever). They had the power to win twice as much as Mike. Not only that, but they would win more often. But, Mike had two souces of sentience on his side. And if they had something to bet, and could use his mouth to comunicate, they could definitely hold their own.
"Excuse me, i'll be giving some chips away" He told the dealer.
"And to whom should I give these, sir?"
"Why, to my two companions. Split them to 150 each. That leaves me with 750 right?"
Mike made the vectors appear, and they held their palms face up. They positioned itself on the empty seats on the left and right of Mike, the cloaked figure having been eliminated early on. The dealer complied, albeit sceptically, and started dealing out cards. Mike popped a small handful of pills into his mouth and swallowed. Almost instantly, a glorious sensation overtook him. It was like the emotion Mike felt when he had wasted Xeno, only magnefied and pure. His smile was now true, and he wondered what this girl had done to lose. Was it that the rules confused her, or did she lose on purpose to feed him this joy? Whatever the case, the odds began to tip in his favor. His vectors talked in hand signals whenever they could. Double taps for hit, sideways sweeps for stays. They never surrendered or folded, they constantly took risks, and they hardly ever lost. Soon, on top of Mike's counter of 2470, they had 3680 combined. That ment 6150. To Mike, that felt like a hefty amount.
"You can transfer all of my money into my leg now. My companions will keep playing for now, so don't take from them."
The dealer nodded, seemed to do something behind the table. A few motions later, and Mike's counter emptied. The chips left the table, but he asked to keep the pills. Soon after, a very ticklish sensation itched into his stump, webbing itself into replacement body parts. Mike had to grit his teeth and fold his arms into his pits to refrain rom scratching. A second passed, and the sensation stopped. He glanced down. Not more that an inch of leg was grown. At least it was progress.
"Good man, I'll stand back now."