If you use your free billiard skills that your dad paid for

You feel pretty nervous the first night that you have decided to bust out and make a name for yourself. In the past three weeks you have lived pool table. You play all day, you sleep on it; hell, you even fuck it. You meditate in the center of the table for one hour each morning. So you take your zen crafted mystic pool stick with you to a club with a rep. You see three people you might want to challenge to establish a name for yourself:

• Famous Beach bum Kurf McGragle is here with a couple of foxy ladies,
• Arcata Bill Leol is here, an infamous sore loser and high ranked player,
• And a black robed figure that goes by Daath, playing alone in the corner where the shed is the darkest.

You are suddenly overcome with fear, and decide you can't win. Have to try something else. You look around, sweat pouring down your face...

⤓ Billiard skills that your dad payed for by the Atheist Shrine.

• 1 If you use your pool cue to rob the place
• 2 If you see what appears to be pool legend Fats Fats... but the man is supposed to have died four years ago
• 3 If you challenge a best player to a pool cue lance joust, pushing all the tables together in a long line and running at each other with stick held straight out
• 4 If you challange Arcata Bill Leol to a game
• 5 If you challange Daath to a game
• 6 If you challange Beach bum Kurf McGragle