By Wakefield Mahon
It all started with a bet. You’d think I would have learned by now, following that damned fool in his failed grab for power. I lost my job, got thrown out of my comfy house all because he thought he’d be a better boss. In my defense, the man is slicker than any used car salesman you’ve ever met.
Oh right, the bet. He said I couldn’t find 100 people with a lick of sense. Of course, he explained the rules of the bet AFTER I accepted. “Human beings have one common saying, ‘I can resist anything except temptation.” So he dropped me in the hottest place on this forsaken earth and put a charm on the place. Now I’m waiting for 100 souls to pass this sign and come back out of town without giving in to the lights, the glamour, the sex, the alcohol and the shiniest gem of all, the chance at “easy money”. I’m not giving up, though. When I win I’m taking over the gang and leaving him in the desert. I’ll apologize to the Boss and get my old air conditioned mansion back. I just need 86 more volunteers. Care to try your luck?