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You immediately put your camera into your pocket once that is said and done.
>-5 CHARGES ON DIGITAL CAMERA. 20 LEFT.
>ADMIRAL PHOTOGRAPH x5 (Physical proof that you encountered this entity and survived. Kiara will KILL to get these from you and other companies will offer HEAVY bribes to get them.)
<span class="mu-s">"Cute. Now, here are the rules of our game. Best of four. Every time one of us loses a piece, we take damage depending on its value. Pawns, a minor scratch. Bishops and knights, something like a solid punch to the chest. A rook? Comparable to a stab wound."</span> He picks up his Black Queen. <span class="mu-s">"This? Lose these? A bone is broken."</span> He puts his piece down.
<span class="mu-s">"If you lose your king, you don't take any. You just lose the round. That is painful enough as is. Now, to make things fair between us?"</span> The Admiral jabs a finger towards your four other allies. <span class="mu-s">"The pain you take is split randomly between you and your allies. Otherwise, you would not even be able to HOPE to out endure me."</span>
"You sick fuck." Ashley grinds her teeth. "Do you get off to this?" She immediately raises up her baseball bat and points the end of it towards the Admiral.
<span class="mu-s">"There is a certain satisfaction to winning I receive, I admit. It is crass to imply it is like that, however, child."</span> The Admiral snorts with thinly veiled contempt in his voice. <span class="mu-s">"Now. You win if you can somehow damage me enough for me to be incapable of playing or you win three matches. I win if you and your allies are unable to move or I win three matches. If we both win two matches, we'll resolve it the old fashioned way."</span> He cracks his knuckles. It's obvious what he wants the tiebreaker to be.
.<span class="mu-s">"Anything else before we start?"</span>
You pull out your CLEANER MEDKIT. "Let me and my allies patch up. No point agreeing to that if we're already hurt."
The Admiral nods, gesturing at you to do so. You quickly patch up some minor wounds on yourself before throwing the medkit over to your allies. They rush to split the healing supplies amongst themselves.
>-1 CLEANER MEDKIT!
>+1 FLESH TO PARTY!
<span class="mu-s">"As for you, Captain?"</span> He glances up at Captain Abraham, who's been deathly quiet this whole time. <span class="mu-s">"If she wins, I shall allow you to die by my own hand."</span>
Captain Abraham turns his attention back to the Admiral with a wicked smile. "So be it. You will know what my blood tastes like, Admiral, and you will not be able to forget it. For I, Captain Abraham, will make sure I leave a scar you can never heal on your very soul."
<span class="mu-s">"So be it. I will see to it that your blood soaks into my coat. Oh, speaking about that."</span> The Admiral snaps his fingers. <span class="mu-s">"These checkered jackets disgusted me. Begone."</span>
>-CHECKERED JACKETS FROM YOU, LEX, AND ASHLEY! YOU, LEX, AND ASHLEY NO LONGER GAIN A BOOST TO INTIMIDIATIONS.
>CHECKERED FABRIC STRAPS x6 IN YOUR INVENTORY, CHECKERED FABRIC STRAP ADDED TO LEX + ASHLEY'S INVENTORY. (Only worth as mementos from a mission long since completed.)
