I have AA IN UTG raise to $0.75, get minraised from UTG+1 and the Button flats. A bead of sweat drips down my brow. I wipe it away. Be calm. I whisper to myself "...UTG+1 minraise? could it possibly be? No, He will probably just fold to my rereraise. I've seen this before. It can't happen... "
I shut out every thought about poker and just focus on those two aces.
My heart is racing like a thousand horses.
horses.
horses.
horses.

I rerereraise up to $4.00, UTG reremin-reraises, button re-flats. Action back to me:
"Could it possibly be?! Those old journals I read in Sxu-Qi's antique boutique we're real?!? The prophesy... "
I look at the clock. 11:11pm. A cold sickly lump forms in the back of my throat.
My hands shaking... I grab the mouse.

I ship my $25, snapcall, snapcall.

"OH GOD THE POWER"
I am knocked out of my chair and start to convulse on the floor. The prophesy foretold of this day. I could not imagine being the chosen one. I feel a surge of electricity throughout my body. It is too much for my body to handle and I black out.

It starts to rain.

I wake up, I don't know how long I have been asleep for. This isn't due to the prophesy, it is because I am a poker player.

My table is still open. It has been long deserted. I must know what happened! Did my AA hold up! Did we chop!?! I must know!

My wife knocks on the door, "Honeydew? Is everything okay in there?"
"GOD DAMN IT LINDA, I TOLD YOU NOT TO BOTHER ME WHILE I'M PLAYING"
"Okay honey, ill grab you some orange juice! Say Hi to Mr. Ivey for me!"

I open up my recently played hands tab.
I cannot understand...
It cannot be. How?!?

Utg+1: 6s6c
Button: 9h9c

The board ran out clean.
I shipped the pot.
I curled up on my concrete floor and began to weep.








... The rain continues through the night.

please be careful when cupping my balls later imo

In before honeydew

A+ thread. Vote for me for mod.

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[ ] would read again.

Next time say hello to Mr. Ivey for me too

Great read! Waiting for more

I laughed at God damn it linda

pics of you convulsing?

This story seems pretty unrealistic and stupid.

I laughed, well played.

Fidster poker ask one of the mods if they need any help relaxing

why not ask nicely mold or mrbump if they will let you be there bitch

then maybe you want have to ask to be a mod every 2 mins?

I've decided to apply for the position of super-mod.

I thought it was leading into a sex fantasy involving Temple Grandin.

Dat ass doe

Needs ts.

Have I missed something or don't we use 3/4/5/6 betting anymore to describe the action?
Unfortunately read this, didn't deliver even a bit.

moderately amusing. would read more.