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The male of the pair looks somehow just slightly more unimpressed with everything then the female, muscular arms crossed over a broad chest. He is adorned with nearly as many feathery accessories as the booth himself, though the most impressive collection of these are weaved into his hair. Eyeing you as you approach, he lets out a snort of mild derision, clearly not very overwhelmed with what he see's.























The female looks a little more approachable, at least smiling (a smirk is a smile, right?) when you glance her way. She is only slightly shorter than the male, less muscular as well though in this case that does not seem to make her appear less intimidating. She beckons you closer with a wave of her hand.

"Want to test your strength?" She asks, an eye brow lifting as her smirk grows wider. "Choose which of us you think you can best in an arm wrestling match, then. Let us see what you are made of!" She is grinning now, a bright and feral looking smile that looks positively terrifying when combined with the narrowed, glowing gold of her eyes set in darkness.







Mechanics!

Step one: Choose your opponent! You can choose to arm wrestle either against Shaheen or Shikoba (This does not effect your chances of winning in any way at all, and is just for RP flavor)

Step two: Roll 1d100 and match your results to what you see below!
1-25 Pathetic! Your opponent slams your arm down with almost no effort at all. You lose, no prize!
26-50 It seems to be a bit evenly matched...for about 10 seconds, before your opponent slams your arm down. You tried, but you unfortunately still lost. No prize!
51-85 It's a back and forth struggle with neither you or your opponent seeming to be willing to give. After what seems like ages, however, you manage to slam their arm down. It seems that, for some reason, your opponent decided to let you win. Perhaps they took pity on you. Well, no matter, because you win! - 1 Raffle ticket
86-100 Somehow, someway, you manage to win! Your opponent gives you a disbelieving look, before glancing at their partner. You have impressed them both, and while they might say later that it was because their arms had become weary from the countless times they had arm wrestled that day, they are quite willing at this point to give you an extra prize for your accomplishment. Well done! 1 Raffle ticket + 1 mini pet (please include which mini you would like in your form)

You may only try to win ONCE PER DAY though you are free to roll again just for fun (you just wont get a prize).

Step three: Collect your prize! If you managed to win a raffle ticket or raffle ticket + mini, please fill out this form and put it at the bottom of your post!

All of our lovely winners listed here!

Lady in the Golden Wood - waiting for booth pet
DarkHeartedSorrow - waiting on booth pet

Finished with his little boil's club reunion over at Bul's, West turned to leave, making it another six booths or so before he had to stop again. He'd had horsemen on the brain today, what with this carnival being held on their old sanctuary, and now here were some in the flesh. And not just any ponies. Shaheen. And... some guy.

"Hey," he said, smirking as he took a seat across from the chieftain. "I'll take yer challenge."

The demon gave the fight his all, or 85 percent of his all at the very least, his smile growing wider when he won.

"HA!" West sat back, crossing his arms and looking entirely too pleased with himself.

Ryou was here to arm wrestle with Shikoba. Mainly because the war horseman was so much taller than him. That made Ryou just slightly angry. Especially that snort, that snort. No, this bloke was going down. So he had jabbed his finger at the Shik without a second thought before even realizing that yes, he was going to get his figures crushed and arm rendered unusable, but some strange happenstance of fate it was, that about five seconds later, he had been crowned triumphant.

"YESSSSS. WHO THE HELL IS THE FLEA-SIZED ULTRA SHRIMP NOW???!!!!" Of course the horseman had said nothing of the sort, but Ryou was the type to hear insults about his height from his own thoughts. He did a slow victory dance around the booth, completely unaware that he would probably get smacked.

Oh! Another test of strength!

It only seemed fitting that Wally try, since he had his own strength meter at his booth. He chose the ghoul as her opponent, because she looked like she had the makings of a hero.

And he crushed her.

It was quite a win indeed for the shortstop--which was why the yawn might have been disconcerting. How did someone fall asleep within five seconds . . . ?

The horseman yawned in response to the energetic cry of victory, stretching his arms back. Shik was used to loud noises, being from War and all. "Hrm. Probably should get breaks now and then," he murmured to himself as he tossed the prizes the boil's way without a second glance.

Seeing that Shaheen might or might not have been suffering from the same, he took great relish in chucking the minipet and ticket at the ghost. "Away with you now!" Shik grumbled, like the ticket was a spelltag warding against such things.




As for two unfortunate gentlemen of Famine, they received a loud whooping taunt and a small spectacle as they turned.

The booth game reminded Sludge of the other strength game, except instead of a hammer on a bell, he would have to wrestle with the booth owners, both equally intimidating in their own right.

He decided to go against the boil, and taking a firm grasp of the his hand, Sludge began to push down. After what seemed a eternity of each of them gaining ground on the other, he managed to push his arm to the table.

He couldn't help but be a little proud of himself.