10-13-2020, 02:46 AM
I GUESS THERE'S A LOT OF
[align=center]STUFF WE DON'T KNOW
ABOUT EACHOTHER.
franklin t.p. — the typhoon — coyote pup
The first too approach his set up was his aunt, who he greeted with a large grin. "Hiya, Auntie Roxie!" he would bark, excited to have a player for his game. He would squint at her for a moment, debating her offer. "Fine! but it better be good!" he would say as he began to move the three shells, rapidly.
He would look up from the shells as others approached. "Ah, hi Miss Keo! it's a simple game! I move the shells and once I'm done ya gotta guess what one it was under!" Frankly, he was hopping that the others approaching would distract his aunt, he was curious what she had planned.
His father approaching brought a larger smile to the minnow's face as he paused to wave a paw. "I take after you!" he joked, knowing he'd heard the word gambling associated with his dad once or twice. He didn't know what it means but, he could try his best. He'd watch his father slip off a small ring, nodding and grinning. He would stop moving the shells for his aunt, pulling the ring close. "You're next, Papa!" he promised, returning his attention to his aunt. "So, which shell do ya pick?" he asked.
//So, you can choose too auto lose, auto win, or let fate decide! if you want too leave it up too fate, give me a number between 1 and 3!
He would look up from the shells as others approached. "Ah, hi Miss Keo! it's a simple game! I move the shells and once I'm done ya gotta guess what one it was under!" Frankly, he was hopping that the others approaching would distract his aunt, he was curious what she had planned.
His father approaching brought a larger smile to the minnow's face as he paused to wave a paw. "I take after you!" he joked, knowing he'd heard the word gambling associated with his dad once or twice. He didn't know what it means but, he could try his best. He'd watch his father slip off a small ring, nodding and grinning. He would stop moving the shells for his aunt, pulling the ring close. "You're next, Papa!" he promised, returning his attention to his aunt. "So, which shell do ya pick?" he asked.
//So, you can choose too auto lose, auto win, or let fate decide! if you want too leave it up too fate, give me a number between 1 and 3!
PERCY
Flew up through the clouds at night was born to fight. Mythical, so mystical - think what you like. You could be the sword, the shield defender of the people down below, you know I fought for love. Be kind to those around ya' don't be merci less. Remember me for my name is Perseus.
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