Rez then wandered around passing time burning money in the time honored tradition of carnie games. He stepped up to one little booth area where the hawker was juggling colored rings and behind him were a bunch of bottles. The bottles were arranged closely in a way that the ring more often than not would just land on the top of the mouths rather than encircling the neck. 

"Come on up stranger and have a play!" Shouted the hawker at him breaking his thoughts. Rez placed the money and received five colored rings made of wood. The situation wasn't entirely hopeless as there was a way to win that involved a certain technique to the throw. However as the saying goes, "In theory there is no difference between theory and practice. In practice there is." Five disappointing misses later and he had nothing. 

"Naw." was all that he said as he took his consolation prize and headed elsewhere. This time he entered a tent filled with what looked to be a very impressive box with some sort of pulley system adjacent to it. This time it was a game of wits, the box was revealed to show some scenery this time it was a beach scene with appropriate props in the foreground and a painted background. He'd be given several minutes to memorize the scene and then spot the changes made. 

He won several times but the game wasn't that fun for him so he promptly left in search of something more fun, as he was feeling bored. But then it caught his eyes. And his eyes glimmered with excitement at what the Gods have brought forth to him, a deliverance from his boredom. It was a shooting gallery. In a fit of cocky impetuousness he absentmindedly slammed his money with a shit eating grin and drew a pistol instead of the air gun provided. With a juggle and twirl of the pistol Rez's posture became still as he focused on the moving targets. There was some insipid sounding singing somewhere in the distance which was distracting but soon it would all change.

Just as quickly as he stood still did he explode into movement as his arm became a blur punctuated by satisfying loud pops like firecrackers going off accompanied by the sound of the targets being hit.  The guy operating the game was in a state of shock and just was silently as he tried to register what happened. Rez just stood there with grin affixed as he reloaded effortlessly. He managed to hit all the shots he made but it also damaged the targets way more than they normally would. The carnie politely but in no means unclear told the man to leave after tossing him a prize in the face. But at least for him Rez had overpaid which took the sting out from his game being damaged.

His arms were burdened by the prizes he sought quickly to relieve himself of these things he had no use for, but for some reason took instead of declining. He saw some blue haired woman standing around. He just tossed all of the toy animals at her and said, "Here's your lucky day miss." He then walked off to some shops as he felt he had partook in all the festival offered.