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

[mistconduct]

Your face is ridiculous. Use your goddamn imagination, Dr. Spock.

[maytakecenturies]

[vulcansquint]

Who is Dr. Spock?

[mistconduct]

...Elf? Elf or Vulcan? Who am I talking to?

Would Legolas have been a more appropriate reference?

[maytakecenturies]

Vulcan.

[She's glaring without quite glaring. She's really good at it.]

[mistconduct]

Right.

Dr. Spock is just a guy who knows about babies.

[maytakecenturies]

What does any of this have to do with your betting pool?

[mistconduct]

Nothing. I'm just fucking around. Ignore me.

[maytakecenturies]

Gladly.

[mistconduct]

What do you really want, Princess? Gonna place some money down?

[maytakecenturies]

[Irritation flickers across her face.]

Where do you expect any of us to gather money from?

[mistconduct]

Prostitution.

[maytakecenturies]

[Welp. She just makes his face, and then clicks off her feed.]