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Leadership, Friday, 3rd Period
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emoclops.livejournal.comClass today was in the Danger Shop... which looked like a casino floor. Yep, Scott was back on his game after last week. Credit that to having plenty of time to think yesterday when he couldn't find his visor or glasses.
"Hey everyone. I figured we'd just go ahead and have some fun today, so I toyed with the shop a little. Welcome to the Summers Casino," Scott said. "You'll all get 100 credits in chips. You can bet them on your own, or you can team up to go for big winnings. And that's where the real fun comes in today."
"The shop will keep track of all your winnings and the top three winning amounts above zero will get special prizes. Whoever brings in the most credits will get an automatic A- for the semester, minimum. You'll be able to raise that grade the rest of the semester, of course, but that will be the lowest grade you can get. Second place will earn a free pass out of any single class period you want, signed by me and available for the rest of the semester. Third place will get an X-Men hat." Scott held up the baseball cap with the X logo on it. It was very snazzy.
"That's enough from me. Go ahead and have some fun."
... Of course, if people payed very close attention to the games, they were the kind of games that took luck to win. The kind of luck that could be carefully programmed not to happen in a controlled environment like this. So there was zero chance of winning anything. The shop was going to cheat at all times, unimpeded by any powers that might be used. Because Scott knew how to program a Danger Room.
... And if they paid close attention to Scott's phrasing, it didn't matter how many chips they ended up with, just how many they won, therefore it would inevitably be a class-wide tie at 0. So, below the threshold for prizes.
Yes, class, Scott blatantly lied to you. You were being taught to pay attention to your surroundings and when to cut your losses in a hopeless situation. Because those chips you started off with? Actually had chocolate inside them. The sooner you recognized the futility, the more chocolate you had.
Real chocolate, too. Not holographic chocolate.
"Hey everyone. I figured we'd just go ahead and have some fun today, so I toyed with the shop a little. Welcome to the Summers Casino," Scott said. "You'll all get 100 credits in chips. You can bet them on your own, or you can team up to go for big winnings. And that's where the real fun comes in today."
"The shop will keep track of all your winnings and the top three winning amounts above zero will get special prizes. Whoever brings in the most credits will get an automatic A- for the semester, minimum. You'll be able to raise that grade the rest of the semester, of course, but that will be the lowest grade you can get. Second place will earn a free pass out of any single class period you want, signed by me and available for the rest of the semester. Third place will get an X-Men hat." Scott held up the baseball cap with the X logo on it. It was very snazzy.
"That's enough from me. Go ahead and have some fun."
... Of course, if people payed very close attention to the games, they were the kind of games that took luck to win. The kind of luck that could be carefully programmed not to happen in a controlled environment like this. So there was zero chance of winning anything. The shop was going to cheat at all times, unimpeded by any powers that might be used. Because Scott knew how to program a Danger Room.
... And if they paid close attention to Scott's phrasing, it didn't matter how many chips they ended up with, just how many they won, therefore it would inevitably be a class-wide tie at 0. So, below the threshold for prizes.
Yes, class, Scott blatantly lied to you. You were being taught to pay attention to your surroundings and when to cut your losses in a hopeless situation. Because those chips you started off with? Actually had chocolate inside them. The sooner you recognized the futility, the more chocolate you had.
Real chocolate, too. Not holographic chocolate.
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