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d20 + 10... you rolled a 10
That's 20! But not 26, unfortunately.
Forceps can't seem to get all the way into the booth. It appears to be TCP sized, and the space between the front counter and ceiling isn't quite large enough for it to pass through. It shoots from a distance, though still pretty close, and the gun sticks.
Bartholomew shrugs. "Carnival guns, am I right?'
Straight d20... you rolled a 12!
Highest roll someone's gotten so far, but not enough to hit a regular duck, unfortunately!
The gun fires, and it fires straight, but it misses the duck by a hair.
Bartholomew looks at Fairbrook curiously. "You're pretty good with that thing. Want to try again?"
d20 + d6... you rolled a 19 and a 4, respectively!
That's 23, you got it!
The shot shoots the duck without the little robot's help, but in a desire to be helpful, the robot retrieves a chip from Bartholomew's bag. Bartholomew notices, but doesn't say anything, instead choosing to quietly slip a note in the robot's other hand.
The robot hurries over to the witch-type, and drops a chip and Bartholomew's note into her palm. It looks eager for praise. (The note will be PM'ed, it's an optional minigame sort of thing)
Your chip balance is now: 2
That's 20! But not 26, unfortunately.
Forceps can't seem to get all the way into the booth. It appears to be TCP sized, and the space between the front counter and ceiling isn't quite large enough for it to pass through. It shoots from a distance, though still pretty close, and the gun sticks.
Bartholomew shrugs. "Carnival guns, am I right?'
Straight d20... you rolled a 12!
Highest roll someone's gotten so far, but not enough to hit a regular duck, unfortunately!
The gun fires, and it fires straight, but it misses the duck by a hair.
Bartholomew looks at Fairbrook curiously. "You're pretty good with that thing. Want to try again?"
d20 + d6... you rolled a 19 and a 4, respectively!
That's 23, you got it!
The shot shoots the duck without the little robot's help, but in a desire to be helpful, the robot retrieves a chip from Bartholomew's bag. Bartholomew notices, but doesn't say anything, instead choosing to quietly slip a note in the robot's other hand.
The robot hurries over to the witch-type, and drops a chip and Bartholomew's note into her palm. It looks eager for praise. (The note will be PM'ed, it's an optional minigame sort of thing)
Your chip balance is now: 2
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