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The Legend of Lylox: The Sword of Infinite


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I say we go with Steve's plan. Let's go hire some hookers and get them to help us rob the joint.

"It wasn't lies. It was just... bull****"."

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Oh come on, guys. If we go hire hookers for this caper then we will be travelling with a party of hookers, rather than stinky old wizards. And hookers can swear abuse like Mort the skull.

"It wasn't lies. It was just... bull****"."

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Damn, if we are all roleplaying the same guy, he has some ****ed up voices in his head right now!

 

But we are going for the hookers Walsh .. as said; once we loose it all we will enlist them, with our boyish charms, and then rob the joint blind..

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Wait, why does everyone think he's going to lose?

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I never thought he'd necessarily lose, but winning in a casino is always against the odds (otherwise the casinos would all be broke and not building palaces that make the forbidden city look like a meek undertaking).

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But he's got 21!

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But a two card 21 (a Black Jack) beats a regular 21 like the one our hero has. And of course, as the dealer has an ace showing, it's perfectly possible he has a Black Jack.

 

You guys should play more Leisure Suit Larry.

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But a two card 21 (a Black Jack) beats a regular 21 like the one our hero has. And of course, as the dealer has an cae showing, it's perfectly possible he has a Black Jack.

 

Really really?

 

I play black jack only when drunk so I might have been wrong.

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If he had black jack he would have shown it off the start.

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If he had black jack he would have shown it off the start.

 

I checked Wikipedia, and you're right.

 

Anyway, I think he should bet the deed to the ranch.

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Is he allowed to increase his bet AFTER he reaches 21? That seems kind of fishy.

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There are two rounds of betting in Hiloxian Black Jack.

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Nope.

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As you throw the land deed down on the table, you think of how easy this was. Almost a little too easy, wouldn't you say? You then look around the room and notice the array of shady characters and hookers.

 

You realize that there are quite a few big guys standing around. The kind of guy that when he was a kid, he would steel your lunch money. You know the one, just walking to the lunch room, and all of a sudden some punks grab you a throw you into the bathroom, other students and teachers ignoring your cries for help, pretending everything is ok, when in reality, IT'S NOT! No, everything has gone horrible wrong and soon you find yourself being held upside down, even though those bullies know that won't get any money out of your pocket. So your just hanging upsidedown, screaming and jerking your body in a spasm of pneumatic jirations reminiscent of something pneumatic that jirates. Hell, you don't even know how to spell jirate, if that's even a word.

 

"Kid. Hey, kid! Are you alright?!"

 

You come to and realize that you are on the ground, your chair, knocked over.

 

"What happened?" You you question, as you begin to stand up.

 

"Well, after you lost, you started freaking out and having a seizure or something, like some sort of siezure having pneumatic jirating machine."

 

"Wait, what?"

 

"Yeah, you know, something pneumatic, that jirates."

 

"No, I mean, 'What do you mean I lost?!'"

 

"Oh, yeah, you lost. You had 21, and I had two aces, so that makes two."

 

"Wait, what? I had 21, that means I should have won!"

 

"Well, maybe in bizzaro world or something, but here in our world, the REAL WORLD, that's not the case. Maybe you shouldn't play games if you don't know how to play them."

 

"Wait, what? Isn't the object of this game to get as close to 21 without going over?"

 

"What?! Were have you been kid? In Hiloxian standard house rules, to win at black jack, the player needs to get as far away from 21 without going over. I even asked you before we started if you needed to hear the rules."

 

"Then what's the point of giving another card and the secound round of betting?!"

 

"You know, theatrics."

 

"This is ri-dics! I want my money and land deed back."

 

"No-can-do kid. All bets are final. Now if you're finished, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Your little stunt has scarred off our customers."

 

You stand there for a moment, trying to wrap your mind around the completely unpredictable events that have just unfolded before your eyes. You know that Ms. Ramone'll kill you if she finds out you've gambled away the ranch, AND not gotten the groceires. The time for action is NOW! Or, you could just walk away, and play it safe. After all, there are a lot of big guys in here...

 

(A) You didn't bring your bow for nothin'! These guys need direction, and you and your trusty bows can shoot a few arrows to point them in the right direction, if you catch my meaning!

 

(B) You think it's best to leave and formulate a plan when you get outside, away from all these, big guys.

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A.

 

Kill them all!!!

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I am Dan Quayle of the Romans.
I want to tattoo a map of the Netherlands on my nether lands.
Heja Sverige!!
Everyone should cuffawkle more.
The wrench is your friend. :bat:

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The casino has other enemies than Jink. There has to be a card counter somewhere that will help him get his money back. Have Jink ask a random person on the other side of the casino who was the biggest winner ever in Hiloxian Black Jack, and press further until he finds out who was the biggest winner, but whose winnings were revoked due to suspicion of card counting.

 

It's about time Jink ditched Ms. Ramone too. There are other pretty ladies and she is just a wishful thought holding him back. He can always make a living with his bow hunting skills anyway.

 

In the meantime, I recommend we have the character find this famous card counter by whom he can be trained, and then try to salvage some of his dignity by getting the money back and hoping the land-deed isn't cashed in.

 

Edit: That's a B by the way.

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I dunno. I'm thinking if we retreat we will only be signaling we're coming back later.

 

I say we go into the toilets, and pull the toilets off the walls. On re-emerging we kick over all the lamps we can see, and in the smoke, flames, and pain we steal back a whole bunch of stuff. And kick the dealer in the nuts. Then when the nuts have flown everywhere people will slip on them, creating even more confusion.

"It wasn't lies. It was just... bull****"."

             -Elwood Blues

 

tarna's dead; processing... complete. Disappointed by Universe. RIP Hades/Sand/etc. Here's hoping your next alt has a harp.

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I knew something was fishy.

"Show me a man who "plays fair" and I'll show you a very talented cheater."
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