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    Default Re: You Can't Win-Small Game (IN PLAY)

    End Day Two


    The day began slowly, with the final members of the jamboree showing up in the late hours of the night. Jack Black asked around about one of his fellow conventioneers. Finally Rebel George stood up, I am here. He was an elderly bandit, perfecter of the Gold Brick scam. Many had studied his thoughts on swindles, one of his famous lessons was thus: "The way to sell a brass brick is to bunko yourself first into the belief that your brick is solid gold- the rest is easy. The most successful bunko man is the one who bunkoes himself before he goes after a sucker." Some though he had retired and was living quietly after years of the road, but here stood the living legend himself.


    Jack revealed his thoughts, "What are you doing here old timer? Maybe I heard somewhere that you ain't playing straight... or are playing straight... I'm not sure how to put it."

    "What are you saying, little man. Don't you know who I am? Didn't I help you make it through your first stint in prison?"

    "True enough, but still... maybe there are words in the air that have found my ears."

    "Perhaps it's all that hop, young fellow."


    By now most people in the convention were eying up one, the other, or both of them.

    Pocket cannons came out.




    They both flashed, bright and loud in the room, and a hold was ripped in each others jacket.

    They both looked down at themselves, shocked and mildly horrified.

    Is this what it felt like to die?

    .

    Rebel George began laughing as though it were all a joke, and opened his jacket. Several pieces of paper fell out, with holes through them. Money. Blood soaked money.


    Jack Black looked up at George, and still a bit startled, reached into his jacket. He pulled a book from his pocket, How to Win at Black Jack, a bullet had pierced the full thickness of the pages, and was just poking out the back.



    Rebel George dropped dead.





    Livin':

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    Deaded:

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    Sarathos



    Begin Night Two

    You have 24 Hours. Orders please.
    Last edited by Yoyoma1910; 01-15-2009 at 20:14.

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