Atma
Be Attitude For Gains: Fight For Truth
- Location
- Somewhere: It'd be Specified, but....
The lives of individuals, fleeting as they may be, are beholden to myriad ideas. They drift along the edges of consciousness, drifting into dreams and fading away like morning dew. In a normal world they are just dreams, nothing more and nothing less. However, in the occasion presented here, they are what attract the attention of countless eyes bring with them curiosity, speculation, and discussion.
In the presidential suite of hotel that houses a casino deep within the City of Sin that is Las Vegas, six figures sat around long table. In front of all but one were books, scrolls, computers and tablets and all of which were being worked feverishly. Perhaps it was an unknown command, a simple feeling but collectively these figures turned towards the head of the table and nodded. The person who sat there smiled revealing a row a sharpened teeth.
"Ah... So everything's set. Let us begin this little game then." They passed and addressed the other individuals. "You have your duties, get to them." The head of the table said before descending into a small fit of laughter. The figures bowed their heads and wordlessly left. The head of the table turned their chair to face the skyline and watched sun slowly crest over the horizon.
"All we need to do is wait."
@Noob5674 @Janus @UbeOne @Hydrokinesis @Omida @NinetyNineLies @shinkiro @TheBiggerFish @THatWhichWillBe @Maximum Power
Something strange occurred to you one morning. For you see, despite the various highs and lows of your life up to this point, you did not wake up in the normal place. Rather, you awoke in an expensive looking hotel room. The bed soft, the furniture is exquisite, and the room temperature is just right for you. There is also a clothes that you would normally be comfortable in, a tray of breakfast, what looks like a complementary cleaning case and a silver attache case. In the attache case are several rolls of 100 dollar bills with a note. The handwriting is chicken scratch to say the least but it is still reasonably legible. It reads as follows;
"Spend as much of this stuff as you want in the casino below, the real prize will eventually reveal itself to you! When it does, please visit me on the tip-pity Top floor, Room 999 for it! You won't be disappointed!
Sincerely,
M. Jordan
P.S. No, not that M. Jordan, so don't ask."
The choice of what to do is now yours, but how far will that choice take you?
In the presidential suite of hotel that houses a casino deep within the City of Sin that is Las Vegas, six figures sat around long table. In front of all but one were books, scrolls, computers and tablets and all of which were being worked feverishly. Perhaps it was an unknown command, a simple feeling but collectively these figures turned towards the head of the table and nodded. The person who sat there smiled revealing a row a sharpened teeth.
"Ah... So everything's set. Let us begin this little game then." They passed and addressed the other individuals. "You have your duties, get to them." The head of the table said before descending into a small fit of laughter. The figures bowed their heads and wordlessly left. The head of the table turned their chair to face the skyline and watched sun slowly crest over the horizon.
"All we need to do is wait."
@Noob5674 @Janus @UbeOne @Hydrokinesis @Omida @NinetyNineLies @shinkiro @TheBiggerFish @THatWhichWillBe @Maximum Power
Something strange occurred to you one morning. For you see, despite the various highs and lows of your life up to this point, you did not wake up in the normal place. Rather, you awoke in an expensive looking hotel room. The bed soft, the furniture is exquisite, and the room temperature is just right for you. There is also a clothes that you would normally be comfortable in, a tray of breakfast, what looks like a complementary cleaning case and a silver attache case. In the attache case are several rolls of 100 dollar bills with a note. The handwriting is chicken scratch to say the least but it is still reasonably legible. It reads as follows;
"Spend as much of this stuff as you want in the casino below, the real prize will eventually reveal itself to you! When it does, please visit me on the tip-pity Top floor, Room 999 for it! You won't be disappointed!
Sincerely,
M. Jordan
P.S. No, not that M. Jordan, so don't ask."
The choice of what to do is now yours, but how far will that choice take you?
