I picked up my cards, getting ready to throw them in the muck.
"Nice hand kid," I say to our Villian.
But at that very moment, I instantly lose consciousness.
I come to in this place that can only be described as Paradise.
This image doesn't do it much justice, but it kind of looked like this:
After the nice "White Magic" man confided in me his views on the Villain. I slowly came back to Earth.
I had fallen out of my chair, everyone in the room surrounded me and had been looking at my lifeless body. "Is he dead?" I heard one person say, "Should we call an ambulance?" Another asked.
Slowly pulling myself off the ground, I was able to mutter a couple words... "C..C...Call... I Call!"
The Villian shook his head with disgust... "You got it."
I flip over my 6
9
The entire room erupts. "HE DID IT" "WHAT A CALL!"
I get carried out on the shoulders of my poker playing peers and we proceed to create a small riot on the casino floor.