Moving around the tables carefully Chuck watched the other two make their choices as he considered his own. Perhaps he should wait to see what the backpacks held before taking one for himself? Butno, the Game probably didn't work that way, and besides there was no guarantee what their backpacks held would have any impact on what would be inside his.

Stepping up to the table Chuck gently poked the pink one with some sort of cartoon characters on it. The bag looked as good as any other but Chuck moved on, something about it just didn't appeal to his. The gold one held no appeal for him either, while it may never tarnish it would also be soft and malleable and while he liked to see those traits in others he would never choose them for himself.

Finally Chuck stopped in front of [color=a0410d]4. The old and dusty Brown Backpack[/color]. For some reason this one felt right for him and reaching out with both hands to took hold of it and slowly began making his way back to the seating area from which he'd risen, leaving a trail of dust in his wake.