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==  <b> /tg/ gets a job at the LGS pt.3 </b> ==

We see /co/ walking down the street to work.

CO: Man, those things /tg/ ordered cost a ton. I really hope the bank will let me extend the payments on the loans.

*/co/ looks up and sees a line forming out of his shop, but doesn't recognize any of the faces*

CO: Um, excuse me, but what's going on here?

Patron: Oh it's games day. Yeah this place finally got some new miniatures and rulebooks, so I decided to come back and see whats up. Looks like there's a pretty big turnout for the tournament.

CO: Games day? What is that, some sorta holiday?

Patron: I wouldn't say a holiday, but it's been advertised in several places over the past week. It's a great way to get the name of your store out there.

CO: Ah, I see, well if you'll excuse me-

*/co/ tried to get in but is cut off by a rather large man sporting a neckbeard*

Neckbeard: No cuts, shrimpy.

CO: I own this place, now let me through!

Scene switch: focuses on /tg/ and his corner of the store, chock full of people, all 3 gaming tables are being used. /tg/ is assisting a customer.*

TG: Ah, a fine army choice the IG is. If I may suggest, try picking up some of the units with-

CO: /tg/! Whats going on here? I've never seen this place so busy!

TG: Ah, yeah. It's great isn't it? I put an advert for a sale in the newspaper, and look at this turnout!

CO: A sale? I didn't green light that, how much are we marking down?

TG: Hmm, 15% I think?

CO: F-FIFTEEN!? ARE YOU NUTS! Do you know how much it costs to get these things? Why don't you just give them away!

TG: Well, I'm sure you've seen the line outside right?

CO: Yeah, some neckbeardy guy tried to stop me from getting in.

TG; That's the line for the register, speaking of which you should probably go let /a/ take her break. She's pretty steamed about this.

CO: The...register? Wait, you're telling me all these people are here buying your stuff?

TG: Yes, I do believe that was the point of me having a sale. Although, hosting tournaments here would have brought people anyway, a sale really helped get our name out there.

CO: Yeah some guy outside said that same thing...wait a tournament? We're paying these guys to play here!?

TG: What? No, there's an entrance fee, on top of them having to have their models properly painted, speaking of which I need to order some more brushes, they also need to have purchased something from here. The grand prize for winning is $1,000. Though the total paid in from the entrants is $1,500.

CO: So wait...you mean you just made the store an easy $500, on top of selling out of the painting supplies AND selling tons of these models and books?

TG: Yeah that's about the gist of it. It can sometimes be of difficult to find places to play these games, so advertise a tourney and soon you'll have a few people. They're kinda like Orks, the more there are the more that will show up.

/a/: /co/ GET YOUR ASS UP HERE AND HELP OUT!

TG: you better get up there, I think it may be /a/'s time of the month. (/tg/ looks back at the game tables) HEY! You can't field a Titan in that match! (back to /co) sorry but I have games I need to ref.

*/co/ makes his way through the crowd up to the register*

/co/: well I'll be, you actually have to do work for a change.

A: Shut up you smug bastard. It's because you hired that friend of yours that I've been stuck here getting stares from these losers buying little plastic men or dice!

/co/: Well, I was going to let you go on lunch, but maybe I'll have you work the register some more since you badmouthed my very "magnetic" friend.

/a/:Y-you wouldn't...

CO: Wouldn't I? Nah, go ahead, get yourself a bit to eat.

*/a/ glares at /co and shakes his fist at him*

/a/: I swear, if you didn't sign my paychecks...

*/a/ storms out and into the backroom*

/co/ (to a customer): Well, now that that matter is settled welcome to the LGS, will this be all?