The lost bet Barley able to stand while trying to make out the other figures in the room, rusted old chains are cutting deep into the wrists as they hold him against the metal wall. The blood drips into his eyes from a deep gash on his forehead, blinking to clear the mix of stinging sweat, dirt and blood is hard. slipping into unconsciousness the last thing he hears is a deep voice booming through what sounds like litres of spit and mouth slag . "You ha ha ha You Lose. your my trinket now"... blackness takes over and the young man hangs on the chains unconscious. The consequence of losing the bet were to be dumped on the closest desert planet the ship comes to with no food, no supplies and no water. Death should be slow for the loser..