Stall - Dunk The Drunk!

Dunk The Drunk!

Alex Marquardt, armor clad shield wielding warrior of mystery has put a small twist on a timeless festive classic.
A large pool of water has been erected and resting horizontally on top of the pool is a smoothly sanded pole. The seat of a chair has been crudely nailed to the center of the pole and on it stands the lump of steel themselves.

Alex Marquardt stands on their precarious perch brashly calling to all passersby to take a shot at their party game. With a shield in one hand and a mug of beer in the other its not certain how many times that mug has been refilled before they came up with this idea; but it was clearly more than one.

"Refill my glass and take a shot!" Alex boisterously calls to all who pass. "The more you try the drunker I get! Everyone is a winner!"

"Come, I dare you to try and sink me!" their metallic voice calls out as they hold up their shield and try to steady themself on unsteady legs.

An elaborate contraption has been set up where a drink can be set on a special scale and swung within Alex's reach. Three balls will roll down a small chute allowing the festival goer to try their hand at the game.
Fortunately, the stall across from Alex's is a vendor of all forms of alcohol, so you don't have to go far to find the price of admission.

Service: Entertainment! The traditional dunk booth!

Rules:
-Roll 3 d100. If any of them get within 5 (over or under) of my number, you win and Alex falls in.
-For every person that tries and fails, the range increases by 5 making it easier for the next person, as Alex gets drunker.
Example: One person tries, and fails, the next person has to get within 10.
- The range for numbers near 100 roll back.
Example: If number is 98, acceptable numbers would be 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100, 1, 2, and 3.
-When someone wins, I roll again and the difficulty resets to within 5.
-Have fun! Feel free to try more than once, but try to give other people a turn!

Code For Rolling:

Code:

[dice]3xd100[/dice]

The first target is:

Thrown die:

73

 

Alkaid walked surprisingly stable for a woman who was drunk. Not so drunk as the bottomless pits drinking match after match as if they were members of the Peek A Boo diving club, but enough so that an object thrown by her was not likely to hit its mark. Still, the mere sight of the dunk tank caught her attention as something that did not belong in such a fantasy setting.

Even more so, however, was the figure sitting in the dunk tank. Clad in full armor, the short figure had to have trouble drinking in such a thing, prompting Alkaid's mind to wonder. And just like that, she began to smile as if possessed. She quickly purchased a new drink for the figure and passed it down to him/her.

"I'll take up the challenge! You better get ready to get dunked Rusty!"

The considerably less protected woman then bent down to stabilize herself and began to throw as accurately as her condition allowed, a couple shots going off their intended course...

Thrown dice:

48

35

15

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Knowing my luck with rolling Alkaid's talk is gonna just appear terribad. inb4 Nat 1 results in her spinning backward and hitting the barkeep instead.

@Alex Marquardt

 

“Ha HA! I like your style, maiden fair!” Alex proclaimed with equal parts swaying and gusto. Her balance on the pole was precarious but stable enough to remain standing. When the new drink swung her way on the contraption that had been made for only this purpose, she downed what remained of her previous drink, sloshing messily through her visor. The wasted booze didn't matter too much, after all if someone was successful her armor would get a good cleaning soon enough, and as long as people kept playing she had plenty to drink.

The first ball was the closest. A direct hit! However the force behind the toss did not have enough umph behind it to topple the faerin tin can. The ball bounced off the center of her shield ineffectively. A second ball bounched off the outer edge, and a third went so wide that it very nearly flew into the neighboring stall.

“Perhaps next time! Feel free to try again, I'm always happy to have another drink!” Alex boasted gleefully within their comfy armor. As she waited she began to partake of some of her newest beverage.

@Alkaid Zexis You have missed.

One drink deeper, Alex grows drunker.
Successful numbers are now 63 through 83

 

Alkaid clicked her tongue at herself as she watched her final shot fly far, far off, albeit thankful it didn't hit anyone. Still, doing well the first time and then doing worse later? Now this was starting to look less like a minigame scenario and more of a boss fight.

Then again, her opponent's skill was notable. To move around like that while inebriated and in full armor? Damn.

Of course, Alkaid still had plenty of Go left in her. She already got to see how funny it looked for the armored figure to chug beer as it dripped down his/her breastplate and into the pool. But now that she had seen that she was extra motivated to see them swim.

Alkaid began to rotate her shoulder. "I'll take you up on that offer, then! I got my warm-up in, now don'tcha fall in til' I get back!"

It wouldn't be long before she returned, a couple watchers already beginning to form on the sidelines, some having witnessed the competition of sorts already, and others stopping out of mere curiosity. From a distance, the young woman's voice was just loud enough for a smattering of her conversation to be overheard. Something involving the three words "strongest" and "still got."

In her hands was not just one drink, but two. She put one in the contraption and passed it down, only to chug back the other before grabbing her next shots.

"...Ahh! That's the stuff! You're gonna miss this if you end up in the water, o' mighty knight, so you better show me what you've got!"

Thrown dice:

88

29

21

@Alex Marquardt

 

There had been a number of contestants already today. Some contestants and some spectators continued to stand around the stall still, or returned now and again to pause and watch the efforts of the latest contestant. This latest young woman seemed to catch the interest of everyone as well as Alex. She was a fresh breath of determination who seemed to be getting in to the spirit of the game. A playful challenge for playful people who enjoyed a drink as well as a bit of slapstick.

“My stomach eagerly awaits your entrance fees!” Alex taunted in return as the woman went to fetch more drinks for entry. Some half-hreated clapping came from the bystanders as she did so, everyone eager to see if she could do better than her first attempt, and as always, wondering when Alex would next fall in to the water below.

“If drink is on the line then I'll do my best to stay standing. After all, that water looks cold!” Alex laughed out loud, her laughter echoing in her helmet only made it sound even more rowdy. She tipped her glass towards her helmet to down another drink. The last drop had only just vanished into her visor when the first ball nailed her hard in one pauldron. It hit with such unexpected force that both her arms flew out to either side and waved wildly. Her plunge into the water seemed all but certain, when Alex threw her unsteady weight into a kick from one leg and managed to turn around entirely on the small flat space where she stood.

The small crowd seemed divided evenly between light-hearted booing and cheering for the close call as Alex managed to unsteadily turn herself back around the right way while the other two tosses missed her armor by a comfortable margin.

“Closhe but no spalsh!” Alex taunted back, a bit of a drunken slurr now evident in her speech. “Are you going to drown your sorrowsh in that lassst drink? Or will you give it to me to try a-hic-again?”

@Alkaid Zexis You have missed.

Now two drinks deep, Alex grows drunker.
Successful numbers are now 58 through 88

 

No way.

She nailed them good. So good that they almost went toppling into the water. But against all odds, the weight of the armor, the undoubtedly uneasy footing, and they still managed to recover!

Alkaid could only be dumbstruck at such tenacity, finding herself against the wall against her opponent's renewed concentration.

Still, when given one more shot, she couldn't help but glance down at her drink and then let out a laugh. "Sounds like you're the one who is drowning in that armor, Rusty! But yeah, I'm game!"

Setting down the tankard, she collected what would likely be her last round of shots. She began to draw back her arm with a grin before calling out, "Final round, everybody! Now, my oh so mysterious knight, get ready! For I, Alkaid, the Silver Seeress, foretell your defeat!"

Thrown dice:

51

55

25

@Alex Marquardt

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I'm going to laugh so hard if she fails horribly after this. :P Maybe post that the alcohol finally hits her and she falls over or something. xD

EDIT: HAH

 

The crowd cheered when the contestant decided to take one more attempt at the game. She'd gotten so close last time, surely she had what it took to finish the job and send the mouthy metal drunk toppling into the water below for everyone's amusement.

“If you think I need to soooober up, you besht aim beh-hic-better than you have sho far!” Alex taunted back at this spirited individual who had given her a nickname she would object to on any other day. At the moment she was too far gone to worry about if she had rusted her armor, but post-festival Alex would have a lot of work to do to make sure the suit stayed in good shape.

“Another drink for me, another try for you!” Alex cheered as the new beverage was swung her way on the arm of the contraption that enabled the enforcement of these rules. Gladly accepting it Alex downed this new beverage more slowly than the ones before. After all the contestant was introducing herself to the crowd. It seemed like this Alkaid was going to be a minute so she had time to drink.

WHAM! Alex had barely gotten the last swallow out of the glass when it was knocked out of her hand entirely with the velocity and force of the throw that came almost unexpectedly. Alex nearly spun the wrong way round for the second time in a row, when the second ball came flying straight for her head. Alex snapped her shield up on instinct and barely managed to deflect the ball in time. Through an action that was more luck than skill or conscious choice, the raising of her heavy shield had been the perfect counter balance to even out her teetering weight and stabilized Alex's precarious swaying.

It seemed that this display had been the last best effort of the silver seeress as many sheets to the wind as she was in the present time, for the last ball went wide, ending the show rather anti-climacticly. Alex let out laughter that sounded nervous at first but shifted quickly into mirthful ammusement.

“Well it seemsh that yet again Alex Marquardt challenges fate! Yet again I make my own destiny!” her speech sounded a little clearer as the adrenaline from the near fall gave her a moment of quickly fading clarity. Alex gave the woman a playful salute for her efforts, which quickly transitioned into a friendly farewell wave. “You're beveragesh are always welcome at my booth, should you come tooooo try again.” a gauntlet rose to cover a visor in a gesutre similar to a person covering their mouth to stifle a giggle, though there wasn't really much to laugh about aside from everything ever in Alex's current inebriated state.

Just before Alkaid made their leave, Alex had enough clarity of mind to open her palm menu and shoot the other woman a friend request within the game. They seemed like good people from here, and she thought perhaps it would be good to get to know them some other time, when not drunk, and balancing on a beam.


“Come on, come on! Come one, come all! Buy me a drink and try to make me fall!” Alex shouted to the crowd as she noisily banged on her weighty shield, waiting to see who would bring her another drink and play her silly game.

@Alkaid Zexis[/USER] You have missed.

Three drinks in, Alex grows drunker.
Successful numbers are now 53 through 93

 

Lady Briar was wandering even drunker likely than the drunkard in the tank- who was getting back into her seat to be dropped again, or so it appeared. While she knew she wasn't the best at throwing things usually- she was more hands on or just totally off- the small cat couldn't help being curious. It was in the description, after all, wasn't it?

"Looshk like gud cowtick fun!" She slurred with a stupid smile, taking what was to be thrown and doing just that. "It'd be more fun if the bot was a hot ladeh tho. Shoulda been a purrrrty girrrrl."

Well, her purring was managing somewhat, this time. It just was still as stupid as she felt, right now. But for stupidity, it felt pretty goddamn good, too. Oh, how she wished to be the woman on the chair just to get more liquor...

Thrown dice:

13

68

89

 

Alex laughed at the staggering felis that approached her stall. What could someone more gone than her possibly hope to achieve? It was another free drink with zero effort for Alex! Mentally she congratulated herself on her brilliant drink winning scheme. Her pockets could not have afforded to keep her this drunk for anywhere near this long, and the stall provided her with as much amusement as it seemed to give the patrons that attended it.

“Try your besht -hic- little kitty! You won't topple me!” Alex teased, just as she heard the felis woman wishing for a more attractive target. “Shupposhe it wazsh a pretty girrrl. Sssshe'd still -hic- need armor to protechkt her -hic- prrrrrretty fashe.” The recent and rapid influx of several drinks from the more determined competitor seemed to be finally catching up with Alex as she tried to retort within her armor and was not even certain her words were intelligible to herself. Fortunately thanks to the same drink that impaired her speech, she no longer cared if they were.

Standing on the small wooden platform that could double as a seat if her legs got tired, Alex gladly accepted the rink required as payment to play and lazily lowered her shield as she tipped it back in a lazy, unsteady, fashion. While she drank, Alex heard an utterly terrible throw send a ball splashing into the water uselessly, which was about what she had expected.

When Alex came up for air, her field of vision was met with an immediate surprise as a ball narrowly missed her head to collide solidly with her right pauldron. The over-large shoulder coverings seemed to be the most hit targets, more so even than her shield, which was normally held sturdily in front of her, but had not been this time.

Yet again a rush of adrenaline came through as Alex felt herself falling and flailed her arms wildly trying to stay upright as the momentum of the strike tried to spin her around. Yet again Alex barely managed to stay upright. As with the other times, she was also still facing the wrong way round. However unlike the contestant before, Alex was not lucky with the timing of the final throw. Just as she had managed to get her balance and steady herself, the final toss struck her square in the middle of the back and she toppled forward like a bird made of iron.

The water splashed mightily and any distressed noise the now soaked warrior might have made was drowned out by the cheering and laughter of those who managed to witness the event. Cold water rushed into Alex's armor and the shock of it startled her groggy mind into a more alert state. When she managed to stand upright she filled formerly discarded mug with some of the water she stood in and downed it to help stave off future hangovers. Turning to face the contestant Alex peered over the side of the pool, through her helmet and extended a hand as best she could over the rim.

“Well done!” she congratulated as she offered an awkward handshake. “The barman at the booth crossh th' way, 'll give you a -hic- drink, on me.” with that explained, Alex then made her way to the back of the pool. A submerged stepladder allowed her to get out. With water pouring from every crevice in her armor, Alex grabbed hold of a slightly damp patchwork rabbit she'd stahsed back there earlier in a flash of drunken “brilliance” and brought it round the front with her. “An here.... take thish.” she said offering up the prize. The thing was quick to fall from her hands, whether it was into the armos if the winner or just abandoned to the ground was of little matter to the woozy Alex who was already staggering away.

“Imma shober up a bit. Be back shoon. Nobody shteal muh booth.” Alex mumble-shouted as she and her squeaking, squelching armor wobbled away to try to find her a clearer head.

Some time later, Alex returned to the booth, with a more steady spring in her step and a fresh mug of mead in one hand. “Step right up and bring an ale! See how many drinks you'll spend to fail!” she called out to the passing crouds, as she found her way back on to the beam. It was clear to everyone she, and her beer, and her shield, were back and ready for more.

@Lady Briar Congratulations!You have dunked the drunk!
Fresh faced and sobered up, Alex is ready to begin anew.

The new target is:

Thrown die:

39

Successful numbers are 34-44

 

She’d gotten close. Very close. But in the end, Alkaid slumped in defeat. Such was her fate, it seemed.

That was, until she received Alex’s salute and invitation to come again. Returning it with a bright smile, she wondered if they would meet again, provided they even remembered the whole scenario. Just when she’d gotten enough distance, she was sifting through her UI to friend the armored figure in case she did forget, only to receive a friend request in kind herself. With a smile and a slight skip to her step, she hit "Accept" before moving onto her next agenda. Namely, food.

Bright side of virtual reality: that delicious looking cake? Guilt-free consumption.

The downside, as she'd later find out? Slime-filled cake. And not the cute gel-slime kind.

Much more exhausted and notably more wasted, Alkaid considered checking out some more booths. Chief among them was what looked like a ghost story tent that she really wanted to try out, but decided against it after a few of the nameless horrors she'd also come across while browsing the fair's food selection.

As time went on, though, and the fair's end came ever closer, Alkaid couldn't help but want to give that dunk tank one more try...

And so when she returned, she did so with an unknowingly coincidental cat-like grin. As she set down not just one, but four tankards fresh from the still, she gave Alex a slightly off-center, languid wave. "I've returned, you evil, drunkard of a knight! I thought you were looking a little too lonely so I came by! Aren't I nice? Heh!

"Wait. You look a bit more sober...don't tell me you got so drunk you fell off on your own!" Loading the contraption with now-practiced ease, Alkaid set herself up for another round, "Well, I guess it doesn't matter! I'm sure you wouldn't mind another swim, would you?"

Thrown dice:

86

5

12

Hidden

Sorry for the rushed post, but I wanted to try to get one last one in before the event closes. Also congrats June! xD

 

Alex waited for a while to get a crowd back around her tank, a few drinks came her way and a few halfhearted tries were made but once more she was the champion of her domain and once again a mild interest was being instilled in passersby wondering how long it would be until she could finally be toppled.

Then a familiar face returned, and Alex smiled inside her helmet. Their playful banter made her feel as if she was playing at a sinister black knight in some old tale of yore, if such tales were about throwing things and basins of water, of course.

“Ha! If you throw as well as last time, I may have to throw myself in just to spare you the shame! Once again I appreciate the free drinks, daring challenger, but this is one test you will not pass!” Alex's posturing was not interrupted in the slightest as Alkaid made three wildly inaccurate throws so laughably off that if Alex came even close to slipping it was only due to laughter at Alkaid's expense.

“I think perhaps you are more drinks in than me, better pass me another and even the score!” she taunted, waiting for a second drink to come her way before the girl would get a second try.

@Alkaid Zexis You have missed.
One drink deeper, Alex grows drunker.
Successful numbers are now 29 through 49

 

Somewhere inside, Alkaid was hoping a curveball she'd thrown might just nail it. But then it curved a bit too far. Split into two, even. Wait. No. That was the knight.

Alkaid shook her head. "Feh! You'd need a thousand more to even come close! But don't you worry, I have a trick up my sleeve!"

No more than a second later, Alkaid had her deck floating around her. Letting out a laugh that started to sound a bit too sinister, she readied the second tankard, and with a quick wobble that sent the ring of cards orbiting in likewise fashion, pulled out a card with still surprisingly expert precision.

With a flourish, she waved the card as if it were a wand. "Wiiiinguardium leviosahhhh!" she slurred, horribly butchering her own reference.

Thankfully, the spells she were casted were not incantation reliant, however, for the three balls began to hover into the air. Fully intent to give a good show, Alkaid made the balls dance in the air, bounce to and fro, or at least, as best as her state allowed. She even managed to get them to circle the tank, one motioning inward as if to swerve toward the knight, moving back and forth from just outside the tank before following the others, which were now floating above Alkaid's head.

"Now, foul one! Let's see how you fare with this!"

Thrown dice:

6

8

99

@Alex Marquardt


Pft. Go home Alkaid ur drunk.

 

Alex eagerly downed her latest prize as the next drink swung her way. If she survived this particular attempt, then she'd be two down and two to go, before having to encourage more people to be the source of her next buzz, after all she needed to build up another good one, and this was the cheapest way.

The fantastical display of magical powers being brought to the table did give her a moment's pause. Alex took this threat a little more seriously and raised her shield warily as the balls flew about the area in a manner almost entirely unpredictable. Alex began constructing an argument in her head about how magic was cheating as not everybody had access, but didn't want to come off like a spoilsport, or sore looser. Moreover she knew she needed to say something before getting knocked in or everyone would fully believe she was just trying to stack the odds in her favor, despite the nature of the game being innately against her for the patient.

The projectiles whizzed and danced about and then came to a stop before sailing at her with speed and velocity. Alex raised her shield and watched.... as the balls went wild, scattering on paths that were clearly taking them places, but none of those places were Alex.

Splash!

Splash!

…

“My cabbage roll!”a distant cry of dismay came from an unsuspecting fair-goer who had been walking along the path in front of the booth that was behind Alex's stall and faced the opposite direction. That last toss had been so far out of the park that this time Alex's laughter was less teasing and more genuine. She had to hold a hand up indicating both that she was okay, and that she needed a moment to collect herself as she doubled over in this fit of terrific laughter that nearly sent her into the water.

“Oh dear,. If it is your intent to send me into the water by way of mirth, than I applaud your attempt. At this rate you may just succeed. Perhaps you shouldn't try calling on the powers of fate to help you win a carnival game, it seems they do not take kindly to it.” Alex chuckled again at the ribbing she delivered wondering if it truly had been angered fates, or simply drunken casting that had made those shots go so spectacularly poorly.

@Alkaid Zexis You have missed.

Now two drinks deep, Alex grows drunker.
Successful numbers are now 24 through 54

 

In truth, Alkaid hadn’t actually done that before. It was admittedly difficult for her to create a powerful and swift motion with the projectiles, still, she’d decided to give it a half-hearted try. She considered herself lucky enough that she didn’t mess up the spell, like she once did with a lightning bolt. That was, up until she heard a shout off in the distance.

Truly, judgment was the first to go.

In response to Alex’s taunts Alkaid gave a wink and said, “I suppose they might not, but then, who am I deny everyone a bit of entertainment? That said, I’ll, er, be right back!”

And so she went off to apologize to the poor soul who’d been caught at the bad end of her spell, before then returning to the attraction considerably more sobered. Instead of making for the contraption, though, she seemed intent on fixing that, as she quickly made for the third tankard.

With little ceremony, Alkaid passed down the last ale and raised her own in cheer, “Sorry to rob you of potential drinks, but I need this one after that." Of course, that meant she wouldn't be able to give it a fourth shot, which she felt bad for. But then, her drunken return had proven more for entertainment, which her opponent had graciously kept going. Whether her sobering up a bit would prove helpful, well, that was down to this last round.

Audibly gulping down her ale, Alkaid let out a satisfied sigh as she reached for the shots. "Okay, you better get ready to scrape off that rust because this time you're going down!"

Although tempted to give her spell a serious attempt, Alkaid stuck to old fashioned throwing to end their day's rivalry, one-sided as it was.

Thrown dice:

36

64

16

@Alex Marquardt

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And now to see if I get one last laugh out of these cabbage rolls before bed. :P

 

After making such a display of their triumphant return to challenge Alex a second time, it seemed odd at the least, to have them dash away in the middle of their proposed four round re-match. Alkaid had darted off to who knows where, and promised to be right back.


“Perhaps she has gone to fetch a balistae?” Alex mused aloud in order to keep herself and others entertained. Someone in the audience suggested that a trebuchet might be better suited for the task, and Alex challenged them to try to take on the task themselves. By the time the young woman had returned, Alex was several drinks deeper but still just as dry.


“Ss'nuthin to apholigishe about-hic-.” Alex slurred sloppily in response. As part of their attempts to dethrone her, some of the contestants that had tried while they waited to see what Alkaid was up to, had given Alex much stronger drinks than the simple ale or beer.

Teetering dangerously already on the beam Alex tried very hard to focus on one of the two Alkaids she saw swirling back and forth, and in the end settled on staring in between them. That was probably where the real one was hiding, right? She fumbled with her shield and started to lean too far forward when the young lady issued her final challenge.

“I -hic- hope you rememberderded yer catina-capit-catapult.” Alex stumbled and slurred her words around as she tried verbal sparring with a tongue that barely understood the signals being sent by her muddled brain.

Thanks to the double vision, when Alkaid threw all three balls at once, to Alex it looked like a hail of six. With a yelp she held her shield up high, as if trying to save herself from meteors. The balls however had not been thrown from above, but instead straight at her face. While two missed wildly one connected solidly with the front of her helmet, proof that her armor was actually serving as protective gear. Alex fell backwards and sank like a stone into the water with a mighty SPLASH!

The water sloshed over the sides of the makeshift pool, and several of the closest spectators were sprayed with a misting of water from the unceremonious dive. It took a few seconds for drunk Alex to resurface and mightily gasp for air, amidst a flurry of coughing and spluttering. She had to cling to the side of the pool for dear life as if she expected to be pulled under any second by non-existent currents. Walking around to the front Alex offered her hand to roughly where she thought Alkaid was and offered her a handshake that was as awkward as the one offered to the last winner. Some things just do not get better with practice.

“S' Good Job! You throw good.” the stupor-drunk Alex congratulated. Even with the cold shock of the water to help her wake up, her brain was far from clear.

By a small miracle she found her way to the steps in the back of the pool and managed to get out without toppling end over end. Behind the pool Alex found something she had meant to be saving for herself from when she first arrived at the festival, but drunk Alex had forgotten its purpose and did not care, she needed prizes to be a cool booth!

The flower crown she had gotten from Harveste's stall was held aloft and she staggered around to where this new conqueror stood. “For your tenassssity, and pershiverence... I crown you Lady Alkaid, the tosse-” even feeling drunk Ursula had just enough self awareness to realize that mistake halfway through and changed tactics. “Lady Alkaid the thrower of stuff!”

Bemused applause of a dispersing crowd sounded as she passed over the ornate, and festively colorful garland. “Theresh a drink at the bar from me to you.” Alex said to Alkaid, although based on the direction her helmet was facing it seemed more like she was talking to whoever was over her left shoulder. “Have a good feshtival.”

With that she staggered away from her booth, this time not casting any warnings about not stealing it or when she would be back. To be fair, Alex might have had one too many in that last round and was now in search of some way to feel better.

Some time later she seemed to be in brighter spirits in her, now dry, and clunky armor. A clear head during the dark harvest festival meant only one thing, that it was time to unclear it. Resuming her post atop the plank above the chilly water Alex started to call out to passersby.

“Come on over. One drink for three shots! Its the best exchange at the fair! Make me fall on the first try, and you win back your drink, or a better one! So come and give it a try!”

@Alkaid Zexis Congratulations!You have dunked the drunk! (Finally!)
Fresh faced and sobered up, Alex is ready to begin anew.

The new target is:

Thrown die:

62

Successful numbers are now 57 through 67