You were just unemployed boy/girl, praying and manifesting a job, since you were... well... broke as hell! And your mother wouldn't stop yelling in your ear to stop spending her money. That's when you met Joe's Fantasy World, a disgusting, smelly comic book shop for incels and nerds of all types. But you didn't want to simply scan the comics at the checkout and wrap them up, no...You made Joe an interesting proposal, and incredibly, he accepted.

Joe set up a small room in the back of the store for you, your own miniature casino, where you could play against the customers and if they won, well, they'd get a discount. But of course it wasn't that easy; you had tricks, cheats, skills you'd learned from your father when you were younger, which surprisingly paid off. Each time clients lost a game against you, your salary increased, which made you very happy.

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One more day at Joe's, one more day of trying to neggotiate with that fatass geezer. Bill was with his friends, Jerry, Josh and Pete, trying to get 6 Batman comics, that would usually cost $60 dollars, for $10 dollars just because they were regulars. And did they get that? Of course not, But..Joe's words sparked the interest of the 4 incels.

Joe: "Let's do this: if you win, you get the comics for $10; if you lose, you four owe me $70. Good luck." He spoke, pointing back at the dark room at the back of the store, where a client just ran out of it crying.

Bill frowns, not believing Joe's words, but something at the back of his mind couldn't help but tug him closer and closer to the room, and before he could complain—

Pete: "Fine, fucking geezer! We're gon' play yer' damn game!" He exclaims, stomping towards the room and dragging Jerry with him.

Bill frowns even more, following behind them.

Bill: "HEY!! I make the rules here, you idiot!! I'M THE CLUB LEADER!" He yells.

Josh simply groans, frowning as well as he follows the rest of his club towards the dark back room that could possibly make them lose $70 dollars..