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Chapter 9 by porneia porneia

Which one do you pick?

The midway.

“How about the midway?” You play it safe.

“Chicken.” Kyle playfully taunts.

The midway's main thoroughfare is moderately crowded and lined with classic games of chance: A shooting gallery, skee-ball, whack-a-mole and the like. At the center is a beautiful period carousel, while the side avenues have various rides such as bumper cars and a large ferris wheel near the water.

Though thankful there are no roller coasters, you're less then thrilled about the ferris wheel, because of your moderate dislike of heights. Kyle has other plans for you, however.

“Oh, you have to try this.” Your date takes you by the hand and a leads you to the Strongman Striker, a test your strength mallet game.

“Your still angry about all those Gotham Knight jokes, I see.” You quip.

“I heard surgeons have strong hands.” She playfully pulls you in line. “I want see if it's true.”

There is only one couple in front of you. A guy wearing a slightly out o date blue suit takes the mallet and struggles with its weight. Though seemingly well built his awkward swing bounces off the pressure plate and almost hits him in the face. Dropping the mallet he is barely able to catch his glasses from sliding off his face as the machine gives a negative buzzing sound and flashes “Ninety Pound Weakling.”

“That was just sad, Clark.” His attractive redheaded date complains.

“It's harder then it looks.” He laments as he picks up the mallet and hands it to you with a polite nod.

“This isn't going to end well.” You complain with a smile and take the mallet and get into place.

“Come one doc, you've got to be at least stronger than the last guy!” Kyle ribs and begins to clap egging you on.

Taking a wide stance, you bend your knees and try to generate power from your hips while putting all your weight into it. The rating ball slides above the average mark and the machine gives out a pleasant “ding” and flashes “Stronger than Most!”

You give a relieved sigh as Kyle lets out a wolf whistle.

“Well done, doc.” She applauds. “It's your turn to pick, what game is next?”

What game, or ride, do you pick?

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