There was no booth but a wagon. A wagon. Inconspicuously set up with what looked like games from the last generation. One game however offered a reward, the note stuck on a star which is taped to the corner of the old computer-

Dare you play it?
Rengath, who sits on top dressed in what is supposed to be an old settler's outfit tells you very bluntly- "It's pay to play." You didn't see-

Ah. Smaller thinner text tries to sneak past your gaze on the screen- possibly the signs of a glitch. No matter. A game is a game right? Besides, you (maybe) played this in you scareling days. It might be fun you tell yourself. What the heck. It can't hurt.
A seed dropped in-
You'd be wrong son.
It can hurt a lot.

Dare you play it?
Rengath, who sits on top dressed in what is supposed to be an old settler's outfit tells you very bluntly- "It's pay to play." You didn't see-

Ah. Smaller thinner text tries to sneak past your gaze on the screen- possibly the signs of a glitch. No matter. A game is a game right? Besides, you (maybe) played this in you scareling days. It might be fun you tell yourself. What the heck. It can't hurt.
A seed dropped in-

You'd be wrong son.
It can hurt a lot.