Call up your MTG friends to see if they're available

From Create Your Own Story

You pick up your phone and flip through your contacts. Most of your friends haven't heard from you in weeks because you've essentially been eating, sleeping, and shitting on the stock market. You've done well in your firm and risen through the ranks, demonstrating your desperation for power and money are boundless. These tactics, your viciousness, your slight of hand can only be attested to your skill of magic... of Magic the Gathering. There is no way you could pull off the shit you have without your plays as a Plainswalker.

"Carl's gotta be around." you mumble as you tap he name. It rings three times and he picks up.

"Hello?" Carl's voice is gravely and you realize you're calling pretty early. Should of looked at those magazines. "Mark?"

"Hey Carl," you say cheerily. "How's it going man?"

"I'm pretty good. It's been a while since I've seen you. You dropped off the face of the earth."

"Yeah, sorry about that. Work has been crazy, but I got the day off and I wondered if you wanted to play MTG?"

"Oh damn, that sounds great except I'm going to a gloryhole gathering at noon. You wanna join?"

You lay back in bed. You've never done a gloryhole before. "How much?" you ask knowing it'll cost.

"300 bucks, but I'm telling you it is more than worth it man."

"How many dudes?"

"six." Carl says.

"Do you think she'd cosplay?"

"That'd be extra, but we could try."

"Count me in. I'll bring my cards in case we have time later on." you say. You stand up and stretch looking down on the city.

"Great. I'll text you the location."

You say, "thanks," and hang up the phone. Moments later your phone buzzes with the address and a note from Carl:

She's into cos & will cum in outfit! Even nos MTG!

Awesome! You've scheduled one event for noon. However, your fat ass still needs to kill four hours.

You:

Status
Exposure Naked Clothing & Items:

phone

Mental State

horny like always

Gender Male
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