Real, as in, it should be staying on a map for a while. Well, ya did it and I couldn’t be prouder! Y’all restored balance to a town that was stuck between Papa and that awful Robert Baron. What does that mean for me, and for Parare city?
Well, I ain’t quite sure about that. Scott is a very sweet guy and I was wrong to distrust him. He asked me to go out and see the world, which I have always wanted to do! And I want to be with him as well. But… Parare's new mayor is now pretty far away. I keep thinking I should do something to help out. You know, keep someone a bit closer to home. I'm not sure what I could do though, perhaps it will come to me if I go explore the world a while.
Thank you everyone for all of your help!
Friday, March 9, 2007
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
Well, this is it.
The game is about to start, and I recon it will go until midnight EST, unless you beat that snake in the grass Lucky Jack first. Good luck to you, and back luck to him!
Saturday, March 3, 2007
Oh Papa, now we might never get out of this town!
They’ve kidnapped my Papa, those penny-pinching bunko-artists. And that woman, sidling up to Scott and scoping out Papa’s mansion. Oh, I could just scream! And now, if things weren’t bad enough already, that stupid poker chip is threatening to destroy Parare! I wanted to leave Parare just for a little while, or at least find some friends on the outside world, but I never wanted Parare to disappear!
But maybe we still have a chance. I don’t know why, but I think I’m still connected to that evil little poker chip. Lucky, indeed! Last night I dreamed, and of that big plateau and the poker table. That awful stranger, the one asking about champions and such, he was sitting there playing a game against Robert Baron. Baron was cussing up a storm but the other man just sat there, smiled, and put down his hand. A royal flush! He said, “I’ve got nothing but good luck, Robert Baron. Neither your friends nor your enemies can hurt me.”
All the good luck. What if we could give him bad luck? You showed him your luck before, and he gave luck to you. What if we showed him bad luck? Please, show me all the bad luck you can find. It might be our only hope to knock that chip down a peg or two!
Oh, and Scott came to my room last night, after all the fuss, and wearing such a hang-dog expression on his face. He said that he was awful sorry for what’s happened between us. Now, I must admit that I wanted to punch him in his mouth for all that he’s put me through, but the he looked up and said that he’d make it all right! He said he was sure that there was a way to get Papa out from under the heel of the IRS. Then he ran off before I could say a word.
I’m not sure how I feel about him now, but I can only pray that he’s a better accountant than he is a poker player.
But maybe we still have a chance. I don’t know why, but I think I’m still connected to that evil little poker chip. Lucky, indeed! Last night I dreamed, and of that big plateau and the poker table. That awful stranger, the one asking about champions and such, he was sitting there playing a game against Robert Baron. Baron was cussing up a storm but the other man just sat there, smiled, and put down his hand. A royal flush! He said, “I’ve got nothing but good luck, Robert Baron. Neither your friends nor your enemies can hurt me.”
All the good luck. What if we could give him bad luck? You showed him your luck before, and he gave luck to you. What if we showed him bad luck? Please, show me all the bad luck you can find. It might be our only hope to knock that chip down a peg or two!
Oh, and Scott came to my room last night, after all the fuss, and wearing such a hang-dog expression on his face. He said that he was awful sorry for what’s happened between us. Now, I must admit that I wanted to punch him in his mouth for all that he’s put me through, but the he looked up and said that he’d make it all right! He said he was sure that there was a way to get Papa out from under the heel of the IRS. Then he ran off before I could say a word.
I’m not sure how I feel about him now, but I can only pray that he’s a better accountant than he is a poker player.
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