>>5940029>>5940042>>5940077>>5940085>>5940096>>5940130>>5940242“Look.” You say, placatively. “I know this is a gambling house. Why don’t we gamble for it? I’ll wager money, you wager answering my questions.”
“What do you have in mind?” The man says, smirking at you.
“Arm wrestling. My friend here-”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ve got magic powers. You think I’m fucking stupid? I bet this guy’s some kind of uh… Some kind of super gorilla. I’m not falling for this fucking crap.”
“Fine! Dice then. But if you’re going to veto my suggestion, I’ll tell you this: If you answer my questions with genie bullshit to try and make me into a rube, I’m just going to have my super gorilla friend beat the hell out of you. Is that clear?”
The man smiles at you. This time it’s not a sneer of dislike, but a smile of mutually established respect. “All right, kid.” He says. “And for the record, I’m sorry I told you to go fuck yourself. It’s our business to not just fold when someone makes demands, dig?”
The man walks into the back, has a brief discussion with someone, and then a woman wearing a suit walks out. She eyes you up and down, and says “I’ll be watching to make sure you don’t cheat.”
With that, you and the man sit down. The other chinchiro players clear out a spot for you. First, he introduces himself. “I’m Yukimura. Because it’s just the two of us, we’re just going to roll off without a bank. Real simple: You put up 25,000 Ryo, I put up answering whatever you ask. If I don’t fucking know the answer to your question, I’ll just let you ask another question, or I’ll make it my business to find out ASAP. Deal?”
“Alright.”
“Okay.” Yukimura says, handing you a bowl with three dice in it. You give the bowl and the dice a quick once over to verify that there’s nothing fucky going on with them, before nodding and setting them down.
Masami leans over and whispers the rules in your ear, which is good because you have absolutely no clue what the hell you’re doing.
In a 1v1 without a bank, the rules are simple: Each of you roll, and compare the quality of your dice together. That’s it. Masami knows what dice are good and what dice aren’t, so you’re not going to get bamboozled.
You roll.
4, 6, 1.
You look to Masami. She shakes her head and says that you need to reroll until you get a pair, a trio, a 1-2-3, or a 4-5-6. Easy.
You roll again.
3, 2, 6.
3, 6, 5.
1, 4, 6. “Kami-Sama…” you mutter.
3, 5, 5.
Masami whispers in your ear that that score is a 3, and so he needs to roll a 1-2-3, or doubles with a value of a score of a 1 or 2 for you to win. Which is, ultimately, mediocre.
Yukimura gives your dice a smug glance, before taking the bowl off of you and rolling himself.
6, 6, 5.
Masami is about to whisper in your ear that you lost, but you wave her off because you understand the game now.
“Weh-hell! 25,000 big ones, please!” Yukimura asks, extending his hand.
You grimace and hand him the money.
