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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[THERE WE GO. The machine lights up, a sad little tune plays, and a card is spit out.]

You very rarely think of me. No gratitude, nor praise.
You often do bad things to me, as I serve you, all your days.
I worked for you both day and night, before you even knew,
And I continue to this day, but it seems that you haven't a clue.
You do not seem to care one whit that I work like a horse.
You just assume that I'll be true, and keep my steady course.
But, if I make just one mistake, then suddenly you care.
You rush to take good care of me. At last you know I'm there.
I do not ask a lot of you. Eat some oatmeal! Walk the dog!
Get off that chair for just a while. Jump rope or take a jog!
You'll find me not ungrateful. You'll find I can be true.
And both of us will last so long, that your heirs will get quite blue.
So give me away, but hold me close and I'll serve and try to be brave.
Just speak my name and pat your chest, and I may give you what you crave.

[lunchbreaks]

[ He starts reading and blushes when he gets to the part about taking a jog. Cheeky!! He scribbles: ]

A heart.

[ And stuffs it in through the slot. ]

[inthenightmods]

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

36. A teacup, saucer, and pot: careful! They’re very delicate.

[lunchbreaks]

....Thanks.