>"Hey anon, thanks for taking me out on this date. Hey,who know's, maybe you'll get lucky tonight ;)"
5 Decides what Anon does
-lets get this nigga laid
>implying that when women says you're going to get lucky, that you actually fuck.
99% of the time they will find an excuse later or cause a chain of events that removes them from that 'promise' when they realize what they just said.
You respond, shyly, and nervous, because you can't stop staring at those humongous mel0ns m8.
5 decides again, GET ME LAID
You begin to rise, as you take off your clothes and sing the song of your people
however, the waitor just came by, and he's probably gonna call security and the police
Suddenly, you begin to posses the urge to become a member of a widely known terrorist group. You immediately grow a beard and use the napkins provided with your table as a turban.
With your newly found skills in making bombs, you create an explosive using only the silverware given and some kitchen supplies you found out back. The police have been called and your date is probably never going to try Tinder again.
>Roll a 5 and see what will become of this.
You summon Chin Chin, who crushes the nigger waiter and eats his remains.
You attempt to use sandnigger magic but it appears you are not of a high enough level yet.
Instead, you jizz profusely onto the floor and your date throws up in response.
The cop, frightened, shoots your turban, nearly missing your head.
Do something, 5 decides!