Risk's Journal

December 16, 2015

I literally cannot win no matter how hard I try.

This is my thought process every time Photon introduces me to another game that he used to play with Sophia. Well, that or wondering in what way Cedric would get himself hurt. I'm starting to think circumstances don't like him very much.
Anyway, Photon woke me up from the long nap that I needed from the craziness that was yesterday. In his left hand was a small brown sack. I just stared at him, still half asleep, waiting for him to leave me alone.
That didn't happen- he was adamant about playing his game. He thrust the sack into my paws, and, for a moment, I was surprised at its weight.

What could possibly be in there? I thought, quickly reaching into the pack. My paw closed around a small spherical object, and, when I pulled it out, it looked just like a Mega Stone. I gasped,
"Where did you...?"
Photon put a hand on my shoulder.
"It's OK," he told me.
"They're just marbles." He acted like I knew what they were and began to pull dozens of these marbles from the sack and arrange them on the floor. After 50 or so were taken out, his hand reappeared with a larger marble, that he called a shooter. Then, he began to explain to me the rules of the game.
Wish me luck- I know I've got several more hours of this, and, as soon as he's done, he's going to cream me at the game.