I am an Alpha.

I love to play. I hate to work. The number 3 is lucky to me. If I see three birds, I feel lucky. If I see three trees together, I feel lucky. If I get three brownies, I feel lucky. If I find three pennies, I feel - all together now - lucky. I live in Alphaland with all my fellow Alphas. I have lived in Alphaland all my life. In Alphaland we like to play a game called "Rafa Rafa". In this game, one Alpha approaches another Alpha and stomps three times. If the other Alpha wants to play, they grasp the first Alpha's upper arm. Then, they hide a stone in their hand behind their back. The first Alpha tries to guess which hand does not have the stone. If they are wrong, they must back away quickly. The stone is unlucky. If they are right, they stomp three more times and guess again. If they are right a second time, they stomp and guess again. If they are right for three times in a row, they are extremely lucky. They shout, "Rafa, Rafa!" Then everyone else comes over to them and touches them three times with three fingers and shouts, "Rafa, Rafa!" This way, they can share the luck.


This is weird, I know.


Welcome to Area 3.