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I'll reminisce a moment for ya.

2019 was a good fair. The first day, the game-runners are all shook that I could do it. The second day, they accused me of finessing them (which is why I now call my prizes the 20## Finesse Collection) The third day, they realize I am not going to stop

Let's dive into that fourth or fifth day a minute though.

I go there in the middle of the day -- it's hot and few people are there. One of the game-runners is there by himself...think his name was Kudi, maybe. He sees me walking up to him, and he looks like how I imagine Sans looks in a genocide run.

I tell him I'd like to play. He tells me no. Nobody's around and I don't really know how to appeal the decision, ya know? I remind Kudi of the rule: one prize per person per year. He says okay...but then tries to charge me double the price to play. Again, I dunno who to dispute this with, so I use my improv experiences to yes-and him and say that's fine bevause then I'll get double the prizes.

Kudi backs down and lets me play at the correct price now...but he still has one more trick up his sleep.

He takes my rod and runs his hands over it making the sound of what I assumed was a magical chant. This lasts five or ten seconds before he hands it back to me.

"There, it's cursed."

My eyes need to refocus. "...it's cursed?"

"Yeah. Cursed."

Nobody is nearby.

'You're on."

I then stand the bottle on the first try. Kudi is broken like the curse. He then takes my picture of me with either the purple monkey or blue elephant (I forget) and I leave with a smile.

In hindsight, not only was the curse broken, but the whole timeline began to rip then too.

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