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Just outside of school, by the school gates, was a wooden table. A wooden table with a man seated behind it.

"I'm sure some of you had heard of this game before, unless you live in a Jacking well... Pick an egg, smash it against your forehead. Winner is the one with the one who picks up the hard boiled egg. Everyone else gets egg junk all over their face. So, let's do this," The ToTer - more commonly known as 'Rage' or 'SR' - bent over to pick up a crate of eggs from the ground, placing it on the table in front of him. He then spent some time staring at you, and you couldn't help but get the feeling that he's judging you somehow, "Yeah yeah, there are rewards involved. Is that incentive enough?"

He had picked up the eggs himself, from the Bird Park down in Town Heights; for those who knew the ToTer, that also happened to be where he could normally be found... His "nest", so as to speak. That might explain his eagerness in wanting people to play his game...

[Next post for rules.]

[Also thanks to Enoh for inspiration, Chobi/Time Out for motivation.]

The coupon you found in the egg is redeemable for prizes! There are three crates on the floor beside the table; you're supposed to pick the price out yourself, but if you try to take more than what you are supposed to... Rage will punch you till you can't recognize yourself in the mirror.

OOC:
-> Just RP your character picking something(s) up! Easy!
-> QUOTE Dragain in that post with your Minipet Sn!






[THANKS TO LIZ'S TRIAL BY FIRE FOR THE IMAGES.]

Eisheth was heading back to their reserve from her short walk around the Weeping forest whe her attention was caught by a nice smell. The alchemist sniffed the air, and followed the scent, which led her directly to the Amityville... no surprises here.

What the Queen was going on?.. Is this some kind of Halloween cultural festivity example?... The boil was entertaining his game right near the entrance to Amityville looked more like a Jack damned salesman trying to force you buying some rubbish. And actually, the choice of the location was quite wise: with the Academy full of students being one of the most crowded place in Halloween, he will surely get some attention.

Anyway, Eisheth didn't care about the prizes, or even the game: to tell the truth, whatever this would be, it didn't look like a game for her at all, her concept of the game meant something dealing with fighting, torturing and victims suffering, no silly eggs, unless thrown to victims. But the alchemist definitely loved the rotten scent: it was somehow familiar, something... from their home? With no hesitation Eisheth picked up an egg, and smashed it: the rind was soft, and the very next second the alchemist felt her face was covered with the rotten substance.

Eisheth shrugged. "Hm... smells better than most of Halloween perfumes", she thought, "that's what they call a "natural product"".

That was fun, actually. The alchemist just thought of a possible way to store some of the rotten egg aroma in a vial to make herself some nice perfume: anyway, it would be much better than purchasing stuff in Halloween. And also, she might even use the egg for some potions... or just add some water to make more perfume, and may be even sell it?.. She can ask Kiwi to think of some advertising... But anyway, she just needs more eggs!

Eisheth took another and smashed it over her head again. Mmm.... still, what a nice aroma! She felt like something, a piece of paper probably, touched her forehead along with the egg, the alchemist picked it to find a little black coupon. Oh, right. "The salesman" said something about the prizes...

Eisheth approached the prize pool, and blindly inserted her hand in a hole. Something bit her finger. The horseman grabbed the thing, whatever it was, and got her hand out. WAIT, what is this?.. A minipet?... Hm... may be a minipet can be used in creating potions, as well, if used like a living incubator...

Mac was all for walking right past the crazy man-bird with the funny smelling table; he didn't wanna stop to look at the nutbag or his eggs! That was dumb. Anyone who wanted to touch rotten eggs was dumb. So that's what he did, he tried to walk right on by...

And then he overheard the Man-bird talk about a game. That got his attention, and not because it was any game. It was a familiar game. He and Charlie had played it when they were little, but it was with red eggs to make it look like you were bleeding and not...rotten eggs, that would make you smell like---well, rotten eggs.

So his attempt to walk on by was thwarted and instead he turned on his heel and moved towards the table. As he surveyed what was there he took off his hat, tucking it safely under his arm.

"I wanna play." He declared, and then picked up an egg to smash it against his forehead.

Bits of rotten egg slid down his face.

...And then he ran off to go be sick somewhere.

... It would appear that Rage was suddenly nowhere to be found. From under the table, there was a mysterious ticking noise, although its source could not be found. Not long after, the table was blown sky high, probably landing on some unsuspecting fellow down the street; it was probably a good thing that there weren't many people around when it happened.

[And that's all, folks!]