[As a cheater and a liar himself, Matthew can spot a scam a mile away. These games that promise big flashy prizes to complete simple tasks? They're definitely rigged. He watches in amusement as people try and inevitably fail to knock down bottles, land a beanbag in a hole, or grab a toy duck with a sufficiently high number.
But as he wanders further he finds one area where people are failing even more consistently. There's almost no near misses, and the grumbles of frustration and annoyance are louder here than anywhere else. Most strangely, the game runners look almost as confused as the patrons. Something else was afoot here, and Matthew, as always, was curious.
The magic he's used to seeing back home is bigger, flashier, destructive bouts of elemental power, but shadow magic exists there too and it doesn't take too long for him to find the rather unlikely source. A child getting up to no good and having some fun. He's hardly one to put a stop to someone pulling a prank, but there's an opportunity here that the kid is missing out on. Matthew weaves through the crowd and puts himself next to the boy, leaning casually on the side of a stall.]
You know, if I could tip the scales, I'd be messing with the game runners, not their marks.
Gamer's Circle
But as he wanders further he finds one area where people are failing even more consistently. There's almost no near misses, and the grumbles of frustration and annoyance are louder here than anywhere else. Most strangely, the game runners look almost as confused as the patrons. Something else was afoot here, and Matthew, as always, was curious.
The magic he's used to seeing back home is bigger, flashier, destructive bouts of elemental power, but shadow magic exists there too and it doesn't take too long for him to find the rather unlikely source. A child getting up to no good and having some fun. He's hardly one to put a stop to someone pulling a prank, but there's an opportunity here that the kid is missing out on. Matthew weaves through the crowd and puts himself next to the boy, leaning casually on the side of a stall.]
You know, if I could tip the scales, I'd be messing with the game runners, not their marks.