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mebbe he will get a banner idk

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WHACK A WALKER

Normally, Carrol would have never missed a sign with the word WHACK on it, but he had been in such a rush to get inside that, in this instance, he most certainly had. Now that he was wandering around again, he caught sight of it easily, especially since there was a gnome with a mallet standing nearby as well.

He nodded in a yeah, whatever sort of way as he took it, swinging wildly at empty and walker-filled holes alike until something dinged. Even then, Carrol smacked the board a few more times for good measure, grinning crookedly when the gnome kicked at his shins and demanded the mallet back.

Welp. That had been entertaining.

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Character Name: Carrol
Result: 3/6 win

 

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ARCHERY RANGE

Carrol didn't have to go far to find another implement of destruction, or at least the appearance of one. That the arrows were tipped with suction cups didn't bother him all that much once he'd actually gotten the bow in his hands, but the promise of ******** s**t up didn't make him any better of a shot. He nocked an arrow, aimed, and let it fly, only to watch it drop sadly into the dirt.

"First try, boys!" he announced with a level of confidence he had no right to. "Watch me now, I'm on fire!"

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1. The arrow falls just short of the target, whoops!

 

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Coincidentally enough, immediately following his announcement that he was on fire, Carrol's bow burst into flames, courtesy of an awkward fire demon standing just behind him. He dropped the weapon with a yelp, and as it hit the ground the arrow it let loose managed to strike the target. Somehow.

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2. You've hit the straw outside the colored rings, just barely. (1 point)

 

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"Hey! Can I get another bow?"

He was still staring between his former weapon and the arrow it had shot without him as he made his request, but when the gnomes stayed silent for too long to suit him, Carrol turned to look at them. They were smirking.

"Nah, kid. One per customer."

"One per suck my d**k, shorty." It was perhaps the stupidest comeback uttered today, but the wig monster used it as a mic drop anyway, spinning on a heel and exiting the booth.

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2. You've hit the straw outside the colored rings, just barely. (1 point)

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Character Name: Carrol
Result:
Turn 1 - 0 points
Turn 2 - 1 point
Turn 3 - 1 point
Total: 2 (LOSE)

 

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SAVE THE FEAST!

Carrol found his way back inside after the archery debacle, making eyes at the punch bowl when he saw it across the room. He got two steps closer to it before some guy in a mask intercepted him, all secret flourishes and mystery. Somehow, the stranger's whispering voice was still audible above the blaring music.

He still didn't want to dance, but he could certainly scare birds. Carrol raised his arms and flapped, cawing at the closest pigeon. It cocked its head, but it didn't move.

Character Name: Carrol
Color Bonus: RED
Column: 4
Row: 4
Result: MISS  

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"What the hell?" he squeaked, holding uncharacteristically still for a second or two until the pigeon moved. So it was alive. Then why hadn't it flown away?

He redoubled his efforts, screeching and waving his tail around while he flapped this time, and as he ran at a different bird, it poofed up then launched itself into the air, flying up into the rafters. For a moment Carrol considered that this new position might cause more problems than it solved, but then he was shrugging and getting back to the party. As long as he wasn't the one who got s**t on, he really didn't care who did.

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Character Name: Carrol
Color Bonus: GREEN
Column: 3
Row: 4
Result: HIT

 

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The One Genre to Rule Them All

After successfully scaring some birds and scarfing a few spookies, Carrol made his way back outside. He bypassed the archery out of spite and the whack-a-walker table with a silent promise to return, finally coming across his new bud Sludge.

"Hey! What's up?"

The other boil pointed, but said nothing over the shouts of the nearby gnomes. Carrol listened for a bit, puzzling out that something valuable had been lost in the hay, so with a shrug and a smirk, he dove right in. He didn't quite know what he was looking for, but once he had dug past a number of sticks, several tufts of fur, and a blob of purple ooze that he didn't really want to know any more intimately, he saw a golden ring. Surely this held some importance.

"This it?" he said, resurfacing with a moist sneeze. The jewelry was quickly snatched, replaced by another golden coin. Both the gnomes and Sludge had no further reply.

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Character Name: Carrol
Result: 75-100: You found the ring! "The one ring to rule them-" "I SWEAR TO JACK" They start to argue. Sludge gives you a golden dragon coin in exchange for the ring.

 

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WHACK A WALKER

He approached the whacking table again, grinning at the mallet before he even picked it up. This was his game. Close range spattering was definitely easier than hitting a tiny target at range. Not that he was against shooting things—the horseman's gun had been one of the highlights of this evening, after all—Carrol just knew now that he wasn't naturally good at it. He wondered if he might borrow a gun or something... just to practice. He grabbed the mallet and whacked with aplomb, cackling as he did. Or maybe he would just stick with hitting things.

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Character Name: Carrol
Result: 3/6 win

 

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WHACK A WALKER

Seeing as how there was no one behind him, Carrol motioned to the nearest gnome with his hammer, chuckling when the creature's eyes widened and it took a step back.

"Relax, jumpy. I just wanna know if I can go again since nobody's here."

The gnome examined the booth's lack of customers then nodded sharply, moving even farther away as Carrol raised his mallet once more. The monster bash-bash-bashed at the zombie heads, hitting no more of less than he had before. Whatever. As long as he got to smack things, Carrol didn't much care whether or not he did so with more than fifty percent accuracy.

This time when the gnome handed over his prize, he shooed Carrol away, motioning toward the students that had gathered behind him in the time he'd been whacking. It was time to move on for now, but he'd definitely be back to his favorite game before long.

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Character Name: Carrol
Result: 3/6 win

 

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The One Genre to Rule Them All

Carrol was about ready to go back inside when he heard a wailing coming from Sludge's booth. He turned just in time to see the ring he had so effortlessly found just minutes ago flying through the air and disappearing back into the hay. He hurried over, his tail swaying wildly as he screeched to a halt in front of the gnomes.

"What the hell, dude?"

"We lost it."

"He threw it back in the hay!"

"I did not!"

Carrol snorted. "Nah, I saw you. You totally threw it back in the hay. I can go get it again?"

He was a little overconfident, having done so with a quickness last time, but when the monster gave the hay a second go, he turned up absolutely nothing.

"Really flung it in there, eh boss?" Carrol rolled the three of his eyes that could roll as he pulled himself out of the hay, brushing off his tuxedo shirt and the gap in his torso. "No dice. Sorry."

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Character Name: Carrol
Result: 1-25: You immerse yourself in the hay and find nothing. Except hay.

 

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WHACK A WALKER

He was unceremoniously shoo'd away from the hay booth after that, and before he ventured back inside, Carrol stopped by his favorite spot: the whacking place.

This time, he had to stand in line with a couple of other promgoers, and when he finally got a mallet in his hands, the boil was raring to go. He whacked like he'd never whacked before, hitting a whole four walkers before one of the gnomes stopped him, handing him a coin for his troubles and waving him on.

A personal best. That would do just fine.

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Character Name: Carrol
Result: 4/6 win

 

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SAVE THE FEAST!

As he made his way back into the gym, the first thing Carrol noticed was that the pigeons that were in her now were much larger than the ones from before. He also noticed that he was a real, honest to Jack dragon. He had no idea how he could have missed it before or how he had ever thought the birds were a more important discovery, but now he had the right of it. The pigeons were his winged brothers. There was no need to scare them off when they so clearly belonged.

Character Name: Carrol
Color Bonus: RED
Column: 1
Row: 2
Result: MISS  

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Carrol clamored onto the table and hunkered down in the middle of a cluster of birds. This was his home now.

Character Name: Carrol
Color Bonus: RED
Column: 4
Row: 4
Result: MISS  

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The wig monster remained where he was, nestled between the birds, until the song changed. Then he shook his head abruptly, his plume of hair waving back and forth in a supernatural clump. The pigeon next to him cooed. Carrol gave it a dirty look. He shouted, suddenly angry, and the bird flew away, squawking irritably.

Character Name: Carrol
Color Bonus: BLUE
Column: 2
Row: 2
Result: HIT