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Chapter 13 by Cantalope Cantalope

Where does the ticker land?

Grey slice.

The ticker counts down menacingly, approaching but maybe not quite reaching the grand prize. The crowd joins you in a collective breath as the ticker stretches over the last bar... it makes it! The crowd cheers and you can't stop yourself from making a victorious fist pump, "ladies and gentlemen we have a winner!" The announcer hands you your coin with a showman's smile and waves you off the stage and into the excited crowd. You see more than a few envious looks among those gathered, particularly the women, and you wonder if your winnings will make you any more popular.

"Do I have any other takers? You've seen what can be won, is there no one else?"

With a round like that you're not surprised to see several hands fly into the air. This could be interesting, though maybe you shouldn't waste too much time here. You'd only seen a fraction of what the hall had to offer.

What's next?

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