gacha machine

[inthenightmods]

GACHA MACHINE

The gacha machine is now closed! Please see our recent mod announcement for details.

After the events of August's party, the Librarian had gone back and grabbed a peculiar-looking machine from the bonfire, dragging it back over towards the Village. It's not all that flashy looking a machine; rather, it's rusted, some of the lightbulbs shattered, the paint scratched away. It makes the new, yellow-white piece of paper taped carefully to the front all the more noticeable.

There are written instructions there, carefully scrawled. It being the Librarian who wrote them, there's a lot of symbols in place of words, and honestly, it's really more of a tentative grasp on literacy going on here. But with a bit of thinking, you can figure it out:

1. Insert an offering (any offering) into the coin slot
2. Answer the riddle
3. ??
4. Prize!!

There's an array of prizes. Some are useful, some less so. But you'll never know if you don't try, and it might just be worth the effort. Unfortunately, it only responds to people once a week— meaning you can only get four prizes a month! But given the prizes, four might just be overwhelming enough.

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[It super takes the screw, because it's the thought that counts. The machine lights up, a sad little tune plays, and a card is spit out.]

I can fly but have no wings. I can cry but I have no eyes. Wherever I go, darkness follows me. What am I?

[knifecollecting]

[She takes the card and glances over the text before flipping the card over to check the back. Okay, just the one riddle.

Jo reads it a couple of times, weighing the given facts. She always liked riddles, but there hadn't been a lot of time for them recently.

After a minute or two of pacing, she returns to the machine and clears her throat.]

A cloud.

[inthenightmods]

[Ding ding ding! Absolutely correct! Her prize rolls out, along with a slip of paper that serves as explanation. I wonder what it could be?]

8. A polaroid camera: only good for ten pictures! Don't shake what comes out, that actually isn't good for the photographs.

[knifecollecting]

[Jo carefully takes the box and reads the paper instead of opening the box right away.

Oh, that's neat. It would be nicer if it was ever daytime here, but she appreciates it anyway.

It feels weird to say thanks to a machine, but-]

Thanks.