The Legend of Lylox: The Sword of Infinite

[metadigital]

Are you insinuating something about gender in those descriptions?

[thepixiesrock]

If you are inferring that they are all young, blond males in green clothing, then I can not confirm or deny those accusations.

 

Except I confirm them.

[Tale]

As long as he's not a Halfling.

[metadigital]

I will not dignify that comment with a giggle.

[Tale]

Hotlink OWNED

[thepixiesrock]

You are the young boy ranch hand at Ramone Ranch. The Ramone's give you living space and food in exchange for milking cows and collecting chicken eggs, and other farmy ranchy stuff. You're parents were killed not too long after you were born. Their death was a mystery, one that you vowed to solve, at least until something better comes along.

 

"Jink! Hey, Jink wake up!"

 

You open your eyes. Golden sunlight shines through the small crack in the barn ceilling. you sleep in the top loft og the cow barn on some hay.

 

"Hey, Jink, get dressed and get down here, ASAP!"

 

It's Ms. Ramone. Some chickens probably got loose or something. Oh well, another day of hard work on the ranch. You hop out of your twig hay bed thing, and crawl over to your twig hay dresser thing. You put on your green clothing, and green hood hat thing, and get on your way.

 

"Oh, goodmorning Jink, nice of you to join us."

 

Ms. Ramone was a woman of her early 30s, thin, and womanly shaped. She had curves in all the right places, and a voice as sweet as honey. She was kind and caring, fun and energetic but most of all, attractive.

 

"Shut up you old hag." you say to her.

 

"Listen you little jerk, just take these 30 rupits, go into town, and buy me all the things on this shopping list, that is, if you ever want to eat again. And you better not spend any of the change on drugs or hookers, or else I'll ring your neck!"

 

You take the money and head out. You decide to grab your bow, just in case. It isn't far to Hilox City, and you don't run into any problems. The gaurds recognize you and lower the draw bridge.

 

"Out running errands for Jenny huh?" Says one of the gaurds.

 

"I know I'd run a few errands for her if I got the chance, if you know what I mean! And I don't mean running errands!" says the other gaurd.

 

You ignore them and continue into the city. You spot the store, but then something catches your eye. Right next door to the store, is the new Casino/Brothel/Drug house. And then you devised a brilliant plan.

 

"Hah! All I have to do is gamble, triple my money, and I'll easily have enough for the things on this list AND drugs and hookers, and that old hag won't know the difference!"

 

After careful thought, you decide it's best to:

 

(A) Go into the store and get the things on the list

 

(B) Go into the casino to strike it rich. Rich in hookers and drugs.

[Tale]

A

[Pop]

Screw the brothel, where's the bathhouse? This is a slash, isn't it? Where's Hagrid?

 

A.

[thepixiesrock]

I remember the days of Supermarket Hi-jynx, back when people actually picked the good choices.

[Sand]

Pixie Stick, striking it rich at a casino is no sure thing while it is a sure thing that the "hag" will kill the character for not doing the task at hand.

 

Certain Death with Uncertain Riches or Certain living and a sure amount of money at hand.

 

I know which one I would choose.

[Rosbjerg]

B ABY!

 

Nothing beats living in the filthy lane of life!

[Walsingham]

B, because it's better for the economy.

[Surreptishus]

I remember the days of Supermarket Hi-jynx, back when people actually picked the good choices.

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

 

Its ok man, you know the real players of this game.

 

B

[Tale]

I remember the days of Supermarket Hi-jynx, back when people actually picked the good choices.

Are you trying to railroad us? I'm calling this a sham! SHAM!

[Walsingham]

I think he's making it up as he goes along.

[thepixiesrock]

You walk into the casino, with no problem. After all, there is no age limit on gambling in Hilox. You head on over to the black jack dealer and throw down your thirty rupits.

 

"Welcome to Black Jack sir, I trust you know how to play by Hiloxian house rules, or do you need me to tell you how to play black jack?"

 

(A) "Get out of my grill homeslice, just deal the cards before I get salty on you."

 

(B) "Yes, I need you to tell me how to play."

[Tale]

Why can't I see the hookers, first? I guess I'll pick A.

[Blank]

We'll find out at least a few rules anyway before we lose. I choose A.

[thepixiesrock]

"Alright, easy there big guy. " The dealer says with a smugness so smug, that you wouldn't be able to even begin to comprehnd the level of smugness it was. The dealer was a man of about 40, slightly overweight, but not enough for you to be able to call him fat and get away with it. He was dressed in black pants and a white shirt with a red vest, and a name tag that read "meta." His accent seemed english. and his breath stunk something feirce, probably from all that mold cheese and furry sausage english people eat.

 

"Hit or stay, sir?"

 

"Huh?"

 

"Hit or stay?"

 

You realize that the cards have been dealt. You look down at your cards. You've got a six and a queen. You look at his cards and see an ace showing.

 

(A) Hit

 

(B) Stay

[Tale]

A

[Blank]

(A)

[thepixiesrock]

"Hit" you say with confidence, but at the same time, a hint of uneasiness.

 

The dealer looks at you. His eyes peirce through you like two Dungaro spears through a floknox in spring time. Aroung 6 A.M. when the dew is just fresh on the glortax leaves, about the time the floknox is waking up, that way, the Dungaro can catch them off gaurd for max kills.

 

You realize he has put your card down on the table. It's a five, that brings your total to 21.

 

The dealer stays.

 

"Alright sir, are you going to increase your bet, or stand at the current bet of 30 rupits?"

 

Hmm, you don't have any more money on you, but that deed to the Ramone ranch that you stole should fetch a few rupits.

 

(A) Increase your bet and bet the deed.

 

(B) Do not increase the bet.

[Blank]

B. We should leave with style. This place is starting to smell like a wet floknox anyway.

[Walsingham]

I agree with Blank. It's about time we went to the hookers.

[SteveThaiBinh]

A. I think when he loses everything, 'Jink' (if that is his real name) is going to go ape and try to rob the casino with his little bow and arrow, and that'd be too entertaining not to try.