Post by Fenrir on Dec 22, 2019 22:38:35 GMT -8
It was all gone. How could it all be gone? Well, the answer was simple: women and gambling. The man with light blue hair, clad in red leather, stood on the street corner. His life’s fortune, the money he had amassed during his very long life through years of hard work, was reduced to one thousand notes. That’s all he had, one thousand. And while one thousand was quite a lot of money, in theory, it wasn’t really all that much in practice, and once again Fenrir had to ask himself, where had all of his money gone? And all he could say, once again, was women and gambling. Good company and addicting gaming were two of the main reasons why his money was gone; the other, of course, being his painful altruistic nature. How much money had he given away just in the past day alone? He had lost track, to be honest, and now it was catching up to him. No, it wasn’t catching up to him. It had already caught him, pounced, and robbed the man blind.
As the red leather clad man stood on the street corner, tapping his chin, thinking about his current financial situation, the world around him was continuing to move. People walked past him, moving around him as if he were a stone in the middle of a river, a stone that did not, in any way, impede the water’s flow. The sounds of the city surrounded him, people chatting on phones, car horns honking in the distance, people arguing over inane things, car alarms, music, and various sounds of machinery from a nearby construction project - the sign read COMING SOON: HOSPITAL.
Where was he going to make a large amount of money without having to really spend yet another large portion of his life breaking his back making it? Not like manual labor was a problem for Fenrir, he was used to it after all these years, he just wanted to try to avoid it if he could. It wasn't quite as fun as it sounds - and it already sounded not fun at all.
Something caught his attention. It was fluttering in the corner of his eye, in his peripheral vision. It was, to be honest, somewhat annoying. It was like a gnat buzzing away in his ear, except this buzzing was visible rather than audible. It was a piece of paper, a flyer, which was stuck to a nearby trash can. Most of the paper was plastered to the side of the can, but the corner was loose and was caught in the breeze that was sweeping through the area, fluttering and flapping in the wind like the wing of an insect stuck in a glue trap and attempting desperately to escape its terrible fate.
His red eyes turned to look at the flyer. It was colorful. It had a bright orange backdrop and the words OOLONG CITY WINTER FESTIVAL were written in large bold font across the top, arched over a Christmas tree. The rest of the page included various small images and blocks of text that Fenrir could not make out. So, he walked over to the flapping piece of paper and snatched it up. He peeled it off the side of the trash can and then turned it in his hand to give it a cursory look.
OOLONG CITY WINTER FESTIVAL. So, he had read the words correctly. This was some kind of advertisement flyer. It was advertising some kind of holiday event. His eyes scanned over the words, skimming over them as he attempted to find something worthwhile about this festival and then his eyes spotted something. It was hard to miss, it too was written in large font; the words GRAND PRIZE 1 MILLION ZENNI.
Wait, what? Grand Prize of what? He stopped, hit the brakes, and slowly scrolled through that section one more time.
An ice sculpture contest, groups of two must sign up, build an ice sculpture, a snow being, and be judged. The winning pair will get 1 million Zenni to split between the two of them in a 50-50 share. Even then, that was still half a million Zenni per participant. That was more than enough for the white wolf to grin a big broad smile. It stretched from one ear to the other as the excitement in him grew.
What could he do with a one million Zenni prize? Well, half of one million. What couldn't he do? There were so many ideas, so many things he could buy, that he almost did not know where to start. It was as if he were a kid on Christmas morning, running down the stairs, down to the living room where the tree sat, and seeing the pile of gifts and not knowing which one of the wrapped presents to open first.
Well, now that he had an idea of how he would get some money, all he needed to do was implement it; he was already in Oolong City, he had managed to get off on the wrong stop after having dozed off in the back of the bus - the ride had been long and boring and there had been no one interesting on the bus to keep his attention - so that much wasn't a problem. The only problem that Fenrir could think of, at the moment, was just who exactly was he going to sign up with? The flyer did specify that the teams had to consist of a pair of people; he could not sign up by himself.
Well, that was an issue that was best solved through action; the light blue haired man would go and sign up, and while registering for the event, he would see who else was signing up. If there was anyone interesting, he would ask them to join his team. Simple as that, yes? There were bound to be other people heading over to register for this event that did not have a partner and he would snatch them up.
That one million Zenni prize would be theirs.
WC: 1,015
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As the red leather clad man stood on the street corner, tapping his chin, thinking about his current financial situation, the world around him was continuing to move. People walked past him, moving around him as if he were a stone in the middle of a river, a stone that did not, in any way, impede the water’s flow. The sounds of the city surrounded him, people chatting on phones, car horns honking in the distance, people arguing over inane things, car alarms, music, and various sounds of machinery from a nearby construction project - the sign read COMING SOON: HOSPITAL.
Where was he going to make a large amount of money without having to really spend yet another large portion of his life breaking his back making it? Not like manual labor was a problem for Fenrir, he was used to it after all these years, he just wanted to try to avoid it if he could. It wasn't quite as fun as it sounds - and it already sounded not fun at all.
Something caught his attention. It was fluttering in the corner of his eye, in his peripheral vision. It was, to be honest, somewhat annoying. It was like a gnat buzzing away in his ear, except this buzzing was visible rather than audible. It was a piece of paper, a flyer, which was stuck to a nearby trash can. Most of the paper was plastered to the side of the can, but the corner was loose and was caught in the breeze that was sweeping through the area, fluttering and flapping in the wind like the wing of an insect stuck in a glue trap and attempting desperately to escape its terrible fate.
His red eyes turned to look at the flyer. It was colorful. It had a bright orange backdrop and the words OOLONG CITY WINTER FESTIVAL were written in large bold font across the top, arched over a Christmas tree. The rest of the page included various small images and blocks of text that Fenrir could not make out. So, he walked over to the flapping piece of paper and snatched it up. He peeled it off the side of the trash can and then turned it in his hand to give it a cursory look.
OOLONG CITY WINTER FESTIVAL. So, he had read the words correctly. This was some kind of advertisement flyer. It was advertising some kind of holiday event. His eyes scanned over the words, skimming over them as he attempted to find something worthwhile about this festival and then his eyes spotted something. It was hard to miss, it too was written in large font; the words GRAND PRIZE 1 MILLION ZENNI.
Wait, what? Grand Prize of what? He stopped, hit the brakes, and slowly scrolled through that section one more time.
An ice sculpture contest, groups of two must sign up, build an ice sculpture, a snow being, and be judged. The winning pair will get 1 million Zenni to split between the two of them in a 50-50 share. Even then, that was still half a million Zenni per participant. That was more than enough for the white wolf to grin a big broad smile. It stretched from one ear to the other as the excitement in him grew.
What could he do with a one million Zenni prize? Well, half of one million. What couldn't he do? There were so many ideas, so many things he could buy, that he almost did not know where to start. It was as if he were a kid on Christmas morning, running down the stairs, down to the living room where the tree sat, and seeing the pile of gifts and not knowing which one of the wrapped presents to open first.
Well, now that he had an idea of how he would get some money, all he needed to do was implement it; he was already in Oolong City, he had managed to get off on the wrong stop after having dozed off in the back of the bus - the ride had been long and boring and there had been no one interesting on the bus to keep his attention - so that much wasn't a problem. The only problem that Fenrir could think of, at the moment, was just who exactly was he going to sign up with? The flyer did specify that the teams had to consist of a pair of people; he could not sign up by himself.
Well, that was an issue that was best solved through action; the light blue haired man would go and sign up, and while registering for the event, he would see who else was signing up. If there was anyone interesting, he would ask them to join his team. Simple as that, yes? There were bound to be other people heading over to register for this event that did not have a partner and he would snatch them up.
That one million Zenni prize would be theirs.
WC: 1,015
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