Life is Like a Cherry of Bowls
Bowling ball in hand, you stride into the alley like you own the place.
| Let's roll |
First time:
You step up to one of the few bowling lanes that has been kept free of ancient debris. There's a set of pins standing at the ready at the other end of the lane, and you've got this bowling ball, so... why not?
The stone ball is heavier than you expected, and the pins turn out to be made of stone as well, but you knock a few of them over, and clean up most of the rest on your second attempt. As the ancient pin-setting machinery grinds into action, you hear an audible sneer from the next lane. It turns out to be a smoky, ghostly apparition, with glowing red eyes, holding a scorched and blackened bowling ball.
"So, you think you can roll, ese?" the spirit smirks. "Let me show you how a real man does it." He winds up and releases his ball, which rumbles down the lane, arcing gracefully to smash directly into the pins. Strike!
The ghost does a very satisfied little dance, then turns to sneer at you again. "You ain't got what it takes, pendejo," he smirks.
Annoyed, you resolve to show this jerk what for, but the ball-return seems to have mislaid your bowling ball. Looks like you'll have to scrounge up another one.
You gain ??-27-?? Fortitude. You gain ??-24-?? Magicalness. You gain ??-22-?? Roguishness.
Second time:
You gain ? Fortitude. You gain ? Enchantedness. You gain ? Cheek.
Third time:
You return to the lanes with a fresh bowling ball and roll another couple frames against the ghost. You're starting to get the hang of things, and your skill is steadily improving -- you even manage to get in a strike of your own. The spirit is plainly annoyed by this, and is obviously thrown off his game. He throws a 7-10 split and howls with anger. He renews his focus for his second roll, but doesn't manage to get the spare. You begin to think maybe you have a chance of beating this jerk.
The ghost seems to be thinking along the same lines. He stomps up to you (inasmuch as an ethereal spectre can stomp) while you're kicking the ball-return, and hisses, "I'm gonna wait for you to go get another ball, man, and you better come back. We've got a date." His red eyes flare angrily.
You shrug casually in a manner calculated for maximum annoyance, and saunter away.
You gain ? Strongness. You gain ? Magicalness. You gain ? Cheek.
Fourth time:
You return to the bowling alley to find the red-eyed spectre throwing a few practice balls. He puffs out his chest (well, the ghostly silhouette of his chest) when he sees you -- it looks like he's got his confidence back, worse luck. "You ready for this, man?" he chortles. "I am gonna mess you up."
"Yeah, well, you know, that's just, like, your opinion, man," you mutter.
The ghost is back in top form again, unfortunately, but you're getting pretty good at this game yourself. By the time the ball-return chokes again, you're practically tied, and down to the last frame.
As you leave to find one more bowling ball, the ghost starts throwing practice rolls again, too angry to even trash-talk you as you go.
You gain ? Fortitude. You gain ? Mysteriousness. You gain ? Chutzpah.
| Let's don't |
Forget it, Donny. You're out of your element.
Occurs at The Hidden Bowling Alley
References
The adventure name may reference famous Forrest Gump line, "Life is like a box of chocolates".
