A Day at the Races

[forevermadao]

[Today, as you make your way about Camp, you may notice the cowbots stampeding in a less chaotic manner than usual. In fact, they appear to be racing laps around some of the dilapidated old barns while an undead bookie stands by, collecting bets of various currencies. In the audience is at least one sketchy, middle-aged man

Comments

[putyaswordson]

... I feel like I should comment.

[forevermadao]

Er, really? I'm pretty sure this is all perfectly legal.

[putyaswordson]

Who even knows by camp standards.

[forevermadao]

Is there really anything for you guys to enforce here?

[putyaswordson]

I don't want to talk about it.

[forevermadao]

Alright... So, you placing any bets today?

[putyaswordson]

With what money? We don't get paid.

[forevermadao]

There's loose change under the laundry machines, sometimes.

[putyaswordson]

How's that worked out for you?

[forevermadao]

Well, I managed to scrape enough together to place a bet.

[putyaswordson]

And now you've lost it all.

[forevermadao]

The race isn't over yet!

[putyaswordson]

[ ... ]

You know how this is going to go.

[forevermadao]

...Yeah.