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

[mockinjay]

I can fix it for you.

[mistconduct]

Thanks, princess, but I don't want an arrow to the knee. This isn't Skyrim.

[mockinjay]

[She doesn't get what he's saying. And she doesn't know how he knows about her arrows. So she'll just-- continue to glare.]

[mistconduct]

What? God, you're acting like I'm Big Brother come to take you away.

[mockinjay]

I'm not acting like anything. I just think you're an idiot.

[mistconduct]

You wouldn't be the first, sweetheart.

[mockinjay]

Maybe you should take the hint.

[mistconduct]

Maybe you need to back me up on my awesomeness.

[mockinjay]

Maybe you need to learn when to shut up.

[mistconduct]

You shut up first.

[mockinjay]

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

[mistconduct]

Princess, take a number.