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]

Wow.

That's amazingly shitty luck. Who cares about bombing Las Vegas? There's nothing valuable there.

[babyfacedkiller]

[There's a flicker of annoyance on Lloyd's face, although he get, a moment later, what Chris means to say -- that it makes no strategic sense to bomb the Las Vegas of before the flu. Lloyd could explain what Las Vegas ended up being, but he'd rather not, because the closer he gets to that topic, the worse his mood gets, and his patience is already worn a little thin at the moment, thanks to how the conversation started.]

There was, but there sure as fuck isn't anymore.

[His tone is real dry, but not quite dry enough to cover up the bitterness underneath.]

You ain't wrong, though, it was really shitty luck. So I guess I shouldn't be laying down any bets anytime soon. I'd probably jinx whoever I bet on.

[mistconduct]

Shit.

That's fair. Had any runs of shit luck since you showed up here?

[babyfacedkiller]

Not more than the usual, as far as I can tell. I don't even know what counts as shit luck around here -- tripping over a talking cat and falling off the side of the boat?

[mistconduct]

Yeeah, don't do that. You will totally die.