The Ascetic Monk
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Sighing, she slowly walked though the busy market, not paying much attention to the people around her. There was nothing worthwhile there; she was just killing time until she had to meet her parents. She abruptly stopped when something in her peripheral vision grabbed her attention.
She blinked, and stared at the building. She looked around, checking out the expressions of the other shoppers, trying to see if they saw what she did. Nobody seemed to notice, and she began to think she was crazy.
Still, she wandered closer. It was an old pagoda, exactly like she had seen in pictures. Compared to the other plain, rectangular buildings of the market, it was extremely out of place. Now just a few feet away, she could tell that it was covered in dirt and dust. She doubted that anybody had been inside in decades.
“Of course nobody’s been inside!”
The voice made her jump. It was youthful and there was a hint of amusement. She glanced around, but didn’t see anybody and quickly began to feel uneasy. Turning, she took a step away from the old pagoda, when she noticed the old man sitting just six feet away. She swore he hadn’t been there a minute before.
He got up and walked toward her. As he approached, she noticed that his face had the lines of a very long life, but his eyes were youthful and bright. When he spoke, she realized it was his voice that had startled her minutes before.
“You’re curious. I can tell.”
She hesitated. He was right, she was incredibly curious, and it got the best of her. “What is this?”
“It’s my shop,” he replied.
That had certainly not been the answer she was expecting. “Your shop? What could you possibly sell in there? I thought you said nobody had been inside!”
He let out a long, loud laugh. “I most certainly did say that. People can’t possibly go in my shop.” Leading her closer to the old building, he pointed to a dusty section on the wall. Brushing off some of the dust with his wrinkled hand, he began to read from the gold plate.
“What does that mean? What are those pictures of?” the questions just flew out of her mouth, as she started dusting off more of the wall. “They’re things?”
“Those are pictures of my product. That’s what you can buy here,” the old man explained. “Well, sort of…”
Now, intrigued beyond all measure, she demanded, “What do you mean by ‘sort of?’”
The old man took her around to the front of the old pagoda, and gestured to a place next to the door. It looked like an oversized coin slot. Now, fully confused, she stared blankly at the old man, hoping for an explanation.
Chuckling at her expression, he asked her if she had ever heard of a Gacha vending machine. Seeing her nod, he continued. This was a special machine he had built. He only carried items you could get no where else. Just like in the other machines, some items were more common that others and some were rare and difficult to obtain. Pointing back to the gold plates on the wall, he told her those were items that had been discovered by past customers. Laughing again, he told her that even he does not know all the items in the machine.
Filled with excitement, she asked to buy a token. After she had put the token in the slot, she turned the large knob in the middle of the door. For appearing so old, the gears moved swiftly and silently, and within seconds, a fist sized capsule rolled out of a small hole in the bottom of the door.
The old man looked just about as excited as she did, and once she opened the capsule, his face really lit up. “I think that’s a new one!” he exclaimed, grabbing her arm and pulling her back to the side of the building. On that gold plate, where she swore there used to be no inscription, there was a picture of the item she had in her hands, and underneath was her name. It should have shocked her, but she was beginning to accept the mystery of the place.
The old man greatly appreciated her offer to help clean up the building. After many weekends of hard work, the place shined. Though the windows, all the capsules inside were clearly visible. The gold plates glittered in the sunlight and attracted all sorts of curious passerby. Business was skyrocketing.
Some things about the old shop still made her curious. New items just appeared in the machine, it was never empty – or even low – after a very hectic day. Every so often, she would find special items in the machine. They would stay around for a week or two, and then she could never find them again. When she would ask the old man, he’d just laugh that loud laugh and smile at her.
Welcome to Pagacha!
This shop is essentially a giant vending machine. You'll see a bunch of items in the posts below, but you can't really buy them. You can only purchase tokens, which you'll use in the machine to get a random item. There are commons, uncommons, rares and even limiteds and other special items. You can't pick what you get, it's any one of the many, many items in the Pagacha inventory.
If you can only make out an item's shadow, that's because it hasn't been discovered yet! Once an item has been discovered, you'll be able to see it and you'll also see the name of the lucky person who was the first to find it! If you have enough patience you just may be able to complete a full set of items!
Buy a token and try your luck!
