Crane Game

[rubycitymods]

Stationed along the boardwalk, the old-fashioned Crane Game is an enormous thing, large enough that it stretches from floor to ceiling. The glass is tinted, but if you peer in, you'll be able to see all kinds of small items: hair clips and chocolate coins, some bubble mix and an old pulp novel. Approach it, and the entire machine lights up, neon flashing brightly and a tinny old tune that gets stuck in your head for ages afterwards.

Settle yourself in front of it, and you'll notice it doesn't have a slot for money. There's no joystick, either. There's just a button, red and worn, next to a slot three inches wide. Press the button, and a little card will pop out of the slot. There'll be a riddle written there.

Write a somewhat acceptable answer to the riddle, and you get a prize. What it is depends entirely on the machine, but fortunately the game isn't rigged; you are guaranteed an item.

You can only use it once every two weeks. The machine simply goes dead if you try and use it sooner than that.

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The Crane Game is a fun way for your character to win some pretty rad prizes! Comment here and get a minor item from the crane machine! Selections are random, and so long as your character provides a reasonable answer to the riddle, they'll get a prize.
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[rubycitymods]

[Out of the slot pops a little card. The paper is stiff, reminiscent of a particularly well-designed business card. Printed in black block letters is the following:]

I don't have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now I'm white and empty. What am I?

[oathshackledbird]

[A riddle? Well, that is unexpected. Diarmuid turns the card over in his hands as he thinks on possible answers. For a moment, both a sunflower and a potato pop into his mind. He has heard people call sunflowers giant eyes before and losing their seeds leaves that eye both 'blind' and much lighter than it once was just as a potato peeled and with eyes removed is white and 'blind.' Neither thing has anything close to thoughts, though, quickly throwing them out of contention as the right answer.

So what is the right answer? Diarmuid runs his hand through his hair, fingers tapping against his head as he wracks his mind for other possible answers.

Wait.

He blinks once, and then again, fingers tapping more purposefully against his head. Or more specifically, his skull.]

How morbid for what is suppose to be a fun game.

[He write the word 'skull' on the card and then feeds it back into the machine.]

[rubycitymods]

[Correct! The machine lights up, and soon a small item pops out. What could it be?]

83. An energy drink: It promises at least twenty-eight hours of INCREDIBLE energy. Not FDA approved.