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A different noble walked up and picked the walking stick off the ground, holding it aloft like a trophy of war. A second later, he cried out in pain and dropped the weapon. He inspected his hand and prodded at something stuck in it. “Your blasted stick has splinters in it, commoner,” he complained. “They’re pricks, actually. Pricks for a prick, if you want to be precise.”

A Dead Man’s Deal Excerpt: -This is a first draft, and is still subject to improvement and change. “Hello, Edison Elder. Welcome to my humble abode.” Edison scrambled to remember the proper etiquette for greeting a Being. When the phrase finally returned to him, he barely said it without butchering the words. “Ah, I am honored to be in your presence. I come to you requesting a Deal.” The Being’s eyes slanted slightly and Edison got the sense that it was grinning. It stood from his chair and tilted its head at Edison. “And you are aware of the rules of the Deal? Once offered, the only responses

Edison Elder wanted nothing more from life than to escape the commoner class. While in better standing than the peasants, there was only a single opportunity to escape its crippling grasp- to take a Deal and become a Gamer. The subject of great awe and envy, Gamer teams could adventure as they wished, completing jobs for the kingdom to grow in fame, power, and riches. There was only a single way that one could become a Gamer. At the age of sixteen, children of all ages and classes were sent to the Awakening Chamber, a room where dreams came true or shattered instantly within the timespan of a single dream. Some unlucky souls never fell asleep