So I pray to hands
And I pray to needs
Sam had come to see what all the fuss was about, and he'd found it - the wheel was massive, garish and impossible to miss. He eyed it with suspicion, finding the location and it's hosts smacked of Old Gods, but he hadn't seen anything that warned Ascended from attending. If they were going to murder him here, well...at least it was a kind of fun location.
He'd never been one to back away from some good old peer pressure; when asked to spin the wheel he walked up to it, hesitatingly but surely making his way towards it. "Okay, I'll spin it. Um, so I just..." Reaching forward to grasp the edge (or handle, or whatever might be appropriate), Sam gave the wheel a slow but firm pull down, ending with a swing of his arm that set it going.
Hopefully this wasn't a mistake.
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Sam is spinning the wheel! I'll spend 100 MP :D
He'd never been one to back away from some good old peer pressure; when asked to spin the wheel he walked up to it, hesitatingly but surely making his way towards it. "Okay, I'll spin it. Um, so I just..." Reaching forward to grasp the edge (or handle, or whatever might be appropriate), Sam gave the wheel a slow but firm pull down, ending with a swing of his arm that set it going.
Hopefully this wasn't a mistake.
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Sam is spinning the wheel! I'll spend 100 MP :D
And I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds
SAMUEL
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