Issue #70

[mistconduct]

Fuck me, we're four days into March and the port messed up my goddamn March Madness spread!

Fuck it, fine. Obviously since I can't watch college basketball on the Barge, we make our own entertainment here.

Bets are currently open to be placed on all inmates. It's $5 to play, 5 spots for $20. First inmate you picked to graduate gets paid out.

All unpaired inmates are wild cards - if you bet on them and they're first to graduate, you win a date with Loki in addition to the whole kit and caboodle.

Here's some sample odds I've got running;

Mickey - 2:1
The Emperor - 2:1
Abigail - 3:1
Cass - 3:1
Mira - 5:1
Tig - 10:1
Jax - 10:1
Touko - 20:1
Sylvanas - 25:1
Jerry - 25:1
Dean - 40:1
Arthas - 50:1

...Hey, does anyone else feel like utter crap?

Comments

[no_tell_belle]

As far as I'm concerned, if any inmate I bet on wins, I'll split the pot with him.

[omar]

That's real generous, Warden, but I don't plan on leaving again any time soon. Not that way, at least.

[maytakecenturies]

[vulcansquint]

Who is Dr. Spock?

[Private]

[omar]

Did I hear right that you this little bunny's inmate now?

spam!

[americasdirtiest]

[Hell the damn no. But he lets Chris lean his weight on him as he starts walking, keeping his arm steady under his shoulders.]

Bet you wish it had been me now, huh?

[Although maybe not -- Mickey can't break a jaw with one punch, but Mickey also doesn't know how to stop at one.]

Then maybe you'd know how to keep your fucking mouth shut by now.

[Private]

[tricksandmischief]

I am. What of it?

[Private]

[omar]

Mm-mm. Nothing much. I'm guessing you don't remember me none?

[Private]

[tricksandmischief]

Should I? If you knew me from some other time here, then I have no memory of that.

[Private]

[omar]

Figured as much. Just checking.

I'll see you around, Trickster.

[no_tell_belle]

[She simply shrugs.] That's your choice, obviously. It's only five dollars, though, so I think I'll just let the bet ride.

[Private]

[tricksandmischief]

Wait. Who are you?

[Private]

[omar]

[Nope he's hanging up now enjoy that little mystery for the time being.]

[babyfacedkiller]

They go together 'cause you're full of shit, you mean.

I'm Lloyd.

[babyfacedkiller]

You got yourself a deal.

[Private]

You make it through that freaky haunted castle alright?

spam!

[mistconduct]

[He's grumbling and feeling exceptionally light-headed, but at least he can walk, wounded and pissed-off. He glares resentfully at Mickey]

[mistconduct]

Well, I've never heard of you. Who the fuck is Lloyd?

[mistconduct]

Dude, don't pick fights with me. Go back to whatever the fuck you were doing.

[mistconduct]

Being a thoughtless asshole's kind of my whole identity. Don't know if you realized.

[mistconduct]

It better not be shooting ping-pong balls out of your lady bits. Because I think Iris can already do that.

[mistconduct]

You'd be surprised. He's like a wounded kitten some days.

Are you kidding? He'd feel snubbed.

[mistconduct]

Oh son of a bitch, no. Don't you even fucking start.

[mistconduct]

Lady, stay out of this.

[mistconduct]

Yeah. Exactly.

So chill, you'll get there.

[mistconduct]

Fine, but that's your loss. He's $5.

[mistconduct]

Shut up, Mic'. It's my money, not yours. You go run your own pool if you're so fucking smart.