Battle Royale! Game Complete!

Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.

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Predictably, Whit lost again. Whit twitched as he felt his life slip away. It was a terrible feeling, and one he had never truly felt before. His mind became panicked at the unwelcome sensation. It did not help that he heard screams, gunshots and explosions in the background. Calm down, he told himself. This would do no good, panicking. He reminded himself that he needed to bet more to survive, that this couldn't be the worst. he needed to be used to it. Bracing himself, Whit refocused on his tactics, while making idle banter.

"If you say so. I don't understand you, and I don't care if you know that! If you want to throw your life on a game... Well, we were doing that anyway."

The deck was probably completely randomized now, Whit thought. Itzal probably had seen all the cards that had gone by, but was unlikely to know the order either. The only difference was that Itzal could find and teleport any card to it's hand. Whit needed to do something...
"Bartender!" he cried. "I'd like a bottle of the an interesting champane. The purple one looks decent."
the bartender strolled over, somehow not caring in the least about the carnage going on in the slot machine section.
"Here you go, sir."
a long, purple bottle was placed in Whit's hand. He shook it around a little, in small but vigorous motions, as if admiring the contents. With his knife, he popped the top right off. The top flew into the deck of cards, sliding the deck a little, fanning the cards out. Suddenly, the liquid, a deep purple liquid, shot out, small amounts raining down on the table.
"oh, sorry. My mistake," Whit said. "Oh well, it didn't make to much of a mess... Just wet the cards a little."

"Then they should be replaced."
Whit smiled like a wolf.
"Honestly, why do that? It makes no difference, and wastes so such a nice deck. Yes, each card is now marked with different stain, but isn't that fine? Nobody knows the order, afterall..."

Whit made his intention clear. By marking the cards, with a strong color even, Itzal's card changing would be obvious. It was a move more desperate than he'd have liked, but it was infinitely nessesary.

The dealer shrugged. It was technically allowed, but if the cards were demanded to be replaced, it would happen.

Whir was not home. He was sure of that much. These people weren't the correct size... The machine was a little scared. It wandered towards the back, away from the hoarded of people, to get a little room to think. Suddenly, it saw a familiar face.
"...Gadget? Gadget! You're alive!"
the little robot practically leapt upon a man who looked remarkabl similar to Gadget- but, was not a dwarf.

"Um, robot thing? I think you might be mistakening identities..." giant Gadget said.

Whir looked closer. This definitely seems like Gadget. Even if the height was off, the face, the bionic eye, the hair color... It was all too familiar.
"... No... You're definitely Gadget..."
Whir's robot head began piecing information together, when suddenly an explosion sounded. PsuedoGadget panicked and ran off into a backroom, with Whir still attached.
"I hate it when this happens..." Gadget said.