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:Quest #6: Heads Will Roll:


Description: Hand-to-eye coordination is pretty important, these days... Which is absolutely just a convenient excuse to play skeeball. Two birds, one stone.

Goals:

Step One: Gotta get into the zone! Start by warming up with some stretches.
Roll 1d4:
1. Loosened up your shoulder! You can adjust any 2 roll up or down by 1.
2. About average arms! No adjustment!
3. Got your wrist all ready! Adjust any 1 roll up or down by 1.
4. Woah, what an amazing job! Adjust 3 rolls up or down by 1.

Step Two: Roll 9d6! Each dice is a ball. You may roll them all at once, or separately, or a few at a time. It's up to you!

1. The ball goes into the 10 point bucket. Nice!
2. No points for this ball!
3. 20 points for this!
4. Nice, 40 points!
5. 30 points for this ball!
6. Wow, 100 points for this bucket!

At the end, tally up how many points you got!

First time doing this quest? Please write a minimum of 200 words for 1 Arcade Token.

If you get 50 points: you get the 1 token.
If you get 60 points: you get 2 tokens.
If you get 70 points: you get 3 tokens.
If you get 80 points: you get 4 tokens.
If you get 90 points: you get 5 tokens.

Repeating? Minimum word count jumps up to 300 in order to claim your Arcade Tokens.

Whistle While You Work: Feel free to play against your friends and compete for the high score!

The first few balls rolled from the dispenser and she picked one up, testing it's weight. The wooden sphere was dense, and pitted all over with dents and chips from years of bouncing into plastic buckets. If it was varnished originally, it was worn off a long time ago. She twirled it in her fingers twice before launching it down the lane. The first one took the brunt of her frustration, and bounced high into the 10 point bucket. The second, a smoother ball with a little more heft, bounced off the inner buckets and into the 10. The third and fourth followed, much to her annoyance. 40 points in four balls. She wasn't great at this game, but she didn't usually suck this much.

So she decided to take it a little slower with the rest. The fifth ball, smoother and just a tiny bit lighter than the previous balls, flew down the lane and bounced loudly into the 20 point bucket. An... improvement? Sometimes it felt like these stupid balls were magnetized. She tossed the sixth ball into the same bucket without gauging it first, and the seventh followed after a cursory vertical twirl. A hundred points in seven? Still bad.

This wasn't working. The low score was just making her more frustrated on top of what brought her here. She wasn't about to let this stupid game best her. The eighth ball seemed like it hadn't been treated as roughly as it's fellows; she rolled it more gently, and it hoped into the 100 point bucket with a satisfying thunk. Much better. The final ball was smoother still. She rolled it between her hands, trying to gauge its weight. It felt evenly centred - no, just slightly off. She sent it down the lane with the slightest flick of her wrist.

It rolled directly into the 100 point bin without so much as a bounce. There we go. There was no such thing as a stress that couldn't be worked through with a bit of concentration. 300 points, even.