Sixteen balls. [ At 2$ each, or 3 for 5. It wasn't a lot of money, yet- but for a kid whose allowance had to cover rent, food, theft of said food, clothing, and everything else, throwing his money away on a rigged game maybe wasn't the wisest of decisions. But Yuri had always been a little impulsive, and the tiger hanging in the corner just screamed for him to take it home. Begging with it's large, deep yellow eyes where it gazed towards Yuri.
He'd win the damn thing if it killed him. ]
I've won garbage, knocking over only the top bottle- but I can't get the rest to fall. [ Yuri gestured towards a small pile of superfluous plastic toys; kazoos and whistles and cheaply made necklaces and other such garbage trinkets.
From outside perspective, the milk bottles seemed innocuous. However, the weights of them, the ballast in their bases steadily increased, with the softballs being a little extra on the 'soft' side, so as to make it next to impossible to throw with enough force to knock them all over. Even with a perfect throw. ]
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He'd win the damn thing if it killed him. ]
I've won garbage, knocking over only the top bottle- but I can't get the rest to fall. [ Yuri gestured towards a small pile of superfluous plastic toys; kazoos and whistles and cheaply made necklaces and other such garbage trinkets.
From outside perspective, the milk bottles seemed innocuous. However, the weights of them, the ballast in their bases steadily increased, with the softballs being a little extra on the 'soft' side, so as to make it next to impossible to throw with enough force to knock them all over. Even with a perfect throw. ]
Move over a bit, you're blocking my aim meathead.