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

[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.

[toughcloaca]

Personal preferences.

[forevermadao]

I guess so. I just can't ignore a good chance at finally making my fortune.

[toughcloaca]

Very risky way to go about it... but slightly safer than going through criminal channels. Chance of death minimal unless incur debts with shady people.

[forevermadao]

Well, yeah. I always make a point of not getting mixed up with the yakuza!

1/2

[toughcloaca]

[ ... punching something into the glowing tool on his arm ]

[toughcloaca]

Earth criminal ring. I see. Very wise to avoid.

[forevermadao]

Yeah, they're pretty dangerous, if you get on their bad side.

[toughcloaca]

Standard description of most criminal groups.

[forevermadao]

I guess organized crime's a universal constant, huh?

[toughcloaca]

Most definitely. Connected directly to legal activities. Companies and groups that look good and clean, secret shady dealings everywhere. Common knowledge, nearly.

[forevermadao]

Right. I'm pretty sure this zombie's legit, though.

[toughcloaca]

Doubt intellectual capabilities of re-animated deceased. Have seen similar things before. Capable only of mindless violence.