mistconduct | Issue #70

Issue #70

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?

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Jonestown. Didn't you ever hear the phrase 'don't drink the Kool-Aid'?

You shut up first.

The cadence sounds familiar. I'm not entirely sure what Kool-Aid is, either.

All of which you can either actually explain, or piss off while I go look it up.

[Not mad, just practical. She's missed something, and she is going to correct that. Actually, she'll probably look it up regardless, on account of Chris not being a trustworthy source of information.]

[She flips him off instead, and smiles, but it's definitely not sincere.]

Princess, take a number.

That's right, I keep forgetting about the lack of childhood.

Okay, Jonestown was this fucked-up doomsday cult that this one cult leader made up in order to create a communist utopia or whatever, and he made it so people couldn't leave and were sucked into the cult idea. And then one day he gets super fucking paranoid, thinks the government is after him, and makes a big tub of Kool-Aid - it's like Gatorade for kids - and poisons it. And all his followers drink it, and hundreds of people died and it was all fucked.