A Day at the Races

[forevermadao]

[Today, as you make your way about Camp, you may notice the cowbots stampeding in a less chaotic manner than usual. In fact, they appear to be racing laps around some of the dilapidated old barns while an undead bookie stands by, collecting bets of various currencies. In the audience is at least one sketchy, middle-aged man

Comments

[notaspectacle]

Hasegawa-san...

[forevermadao]

Hey there. I'm afraid you're still too young to legally bet, but there's no reason you can't watch the fun.

[notaspectacle]

This is fun?

[forevermadao]

Of course it is! Nothing gets a man's blood boiling like a high-stakes race.

[marypoopins]

I bet on whoever Madao isn't betting on!

[forevermadao]

Hey, now. My luck isn't always that bad.

[marypoopins]

Have you ever won?

[forevermadao]

Well, I've come really close to winning a few times.

[putyaswordson]

... I feel like I should comment.

[forevermadao]

Er, really? I'm pretty sure this is all perfectly legal.

[putyaswordson]

Who even knows by camp standards.

[forevermadao]

Is there really anything for you guys to enforce here?

[toughcloaca]

Always gambling available, no matter the location.

[forevermadao]

What's life without a bit of wagering, huh?

[toughcloaca]

One lacking in risk and possible addiction to said gambling.

[forevermadao]

Well, sure... It wouldn't be as exciting, though.

[dont_ingest]

I'm too broke to gamble, but I have to admit that's a creative use for those mechs.

[forevermadao]

Yeah, I'm kind of wondering who managed to set all this up.

[dont_ingest]

Indeed. I don't think the undead have much use for money.

[forevermadao]

I wouldn't think so, but you never can know for sure.