i think we found the zodiac killer

awaiting more OP...get on it!!

chodezilla?

lol

carelessly sitting back and letting the xanax work its magic i'm watching these boggarts check back ace high when i would have easily cut out a pot sized valuetown bet. sensing the flow of the game i'm feeling incredibly insightful and know if i can just get one more bullet i'll have everyone checks in my stack before the sun rises. maxing out my debit card only hours before i'm rackin my dome on how to pick up a little scratch to get back in this game.

"yo scott, get me a bennie." i holler across the table. "you know i'm good for it bro." since he invited me to the game i feel it's only polite he spot me a reload when i'm a little low on the liquid cheese. (all my money is tied up in stocks)


looking slighly apprehensive he pauses for a moment. pleading with him i say, "scottie, i'll pay you 5% interest...and throw in 2 free xannies. you know i get $250 a week from the 'rents dude" i say as i throw my bookbag on the table and roll over 2 fresh .5mg xanax's his way. Reluctantly he cracks open his wallet and says, "alright, fine." and pulls out the c-note. rubbing my hands and lickin my chops the proprieter insta chips me up and just like that i'm back in.

a few hands go around and nothin really happens, i only play in position and make timely 3 bets and take a few pots without showdown. Settling back into my seat the xannie begins to take full effect. i take this moment to apoligize to everyone at the table for my previous offenses. it's customary to keep the fish happy and do everything in your power to make sure they stay in your game. with a grin across my face i begin to pass out a xanax to everyone at the table, letting them know i'm the candy man and they can come to me for all their sweet tooth needs. a few of the straight edge boggarts instinctively scoot away from the table as the xanax is thrown in front of them. as if it was a fatal pill of cyanide they stare at it in fear, not daring to even touch it. knowing they won't be getting silly tonight i say, "if you won't enjoy, i most certainly will." as i stand up and scoop a few of the abandoned pills. chewing them like flintstones vitamins and washing them back i see a few of the donks give each other quizzical looks.

After a few more orbits I finally pick up a real hand. B*tch Slick suited (AQ) in late position. Villian (boggart who cracked my Jakes w/ his Rockets a few hands back) opens up from EP like clockwork. Knowing from our recent history he loves opening up pots in EP i find this to be a no brainer "3 bet - get it in" spot. He opens for 1.50 and I again make it 9.25 to go just like I did with my Jakes last time. It folds back around to him and he thinks for a few seconds before sliding in the calling chips.

Good, post flop play, my strongest strength.

Flop: A 10 J

I flop top pair, 2nd nut kick, and backdoor flush opportunities.

He checks it over to me (like clockwork, i knew he'd check this flop) and I fire in $33.50. Betting slightly above the pot I'm already bloating it to get in stack on the turn if need be. sitting motionless he gives his stack a quick glance, then peers back at the board. I can feel the vein in my temple pounding against my head and feel this is the perfect time to feign weakness. I lean forward and stare directly at him through the Oakleys, making him think I am trying to look strong (when in actuality, I am). Leveling him like a master, he doesn't take long to slide in his call.

Turn: 5

Pausing for a moment, he again eyes his stack, then checks over to me (like i knew he woud). Having the fish on the hook and already having the pot sized up for a sick riv-shove I play it coy and check back. I've shown him fake strength (aka weakness) on the flop, and continue with the charade on the turn by checking back (another sign of weakness).

River: 5

Acting a little quicker this time, villian opens with a bet (like i knew he would) and slides in a single stack of reds (50c chips) for a $20 bet. In the Venetian this was a common straddle, a dark bet, so to say the least, $20 does not frighten me. Letting out a heavy sigh and leaning back ino my chair i look up at the ceiling. Leaning forward againi read the board, and double check my cards, then go back to the board again. shrugging my shoulders and shaking my head i say, "how can you have a 5 here? thats so sick....did you phuck me with A 5?" laying it on thick i go back in the tank for a few more minutes. i deserve a phucking pulitizer for this acting performance.

"alright i'm all in" i say.

"call!" i hear, almost before i finish my declaration.

This made me lol... Come on update more often please, 3-4 posts a year aint enough !

level

Caught off guard by my opponents turbo call i'm frozen for a moment until I regain composure.

"you got a boat?" he asks.

"better." i say. With a wide smile i lift my cards up from the table and bring them to my lips. I give them an audible kiss before i power slam them onto the felt.

Standing over the now tabled A Q I begin to take my checks back and rebuild the stacks before he can muck his rags. Suddenly the boggart villain breaths a sigh of relief and innocently says, "oh, i have a straight."

As the words leave his mouth and travel through space, they hit me like a shovel straight to the dome piece. "what." i say, in disbelief.

Exposing his hand he repeats, "straight" as he throws his cards face up.

Jumping up from my seat to I see the K Q lying in the middle of the table.

"what the phuck is your problem man?" i bellow out. "did you really call my trey-bet with KQ? do you have any idea how bad that is?" i say. Looking at him with disgust I feel my face burning red. The tension in the room is at its peak as everyone waits to see what I'll do next. in the blink of an eye my iphone is in the palm of my hand and i cry across the table, "scott i want another buy in, this time....five hundred"

letting out a scoff of disbelief he replies back, "no way dude i'm not loaning you that type of cake." completing my end of the transaction i forcibly slide the phone across the table and it goes barreling through his neatly constructed cheque stack. "i'm on the 'rents account bro, got the 500 ready to be wired, just type in your information."

looking up at me for a moment he says, "i want juice."

"phuck ur juice bro" i snap back at him.

Moments later I'm redeemed with a fresh stack of cheques towering higher than ever before. I now own close to 75% of the money in play, it's only a matter of time now before these boggarts ship me their cheese and beg for mercy. Deciding to disrupt their game flow I make the new standard raise a little more pricey, $5 straight all day. The next few orbits I open close to 50% of my hands and take it down pre flop. Then it happens.

Sitting UTG with my stack at $502.75 i peek down at the K. Before the next card is even dealt I snap bet $5 clean. The table looks up slightly confused and the dealer asks, "is that a straddle?"

"...you tell me.." i slyly reply back.

shooting me an annoyed and quizzical look he says, "did you look at your card yet, or no?"

"i seen it" i say.

"okay it's a live bet" he says, as he continues dealing the hand.

Not bothering to look at my second card I wait to see what each player does individually, as to collect reads on each of them. It's quickly folded around to MP when there's a call, and 3 more by the hi jack, button, and BB. Before the flop comes I slowly squeeze out the second card and see the 2.

Leaning forward in anticipation I see a beautiful K 2 9 flop peel off. Before the BB can check I'm already cutting out some stacks to beef up the pot. Methodically sliding in a stack I declare, "fitty" and slide my oakleys back on. Giving the board a blank stare I stay frozen until the action is back on me. It's quickly folded around to the button when he hastily declares, "all in!".

Jumping out of my chair I point at his stack and squawk at the dealer, "COUNT IT!"

Becoming antsy and not awaiting the exact count, I see it's around $130 and fist pump call.

Gold. More.

Sick dramatic pause in the story btw.

LOL at the length of time the guy has taken to update. I expect we will get an update sometime before the start of 2014.

worst update ever

Easy fyp

Dammit why didn't I find this thread in 2020

Writing is imaginative...but you gotta keep the story consistent:

Most of the marks are wearing sunglasses, I don’t need sunglasses – I’m not James Sousa.

Staring at him through my polarized lenses I say nothing

Tipping my shades down to the tip of my nose I scoff at him

Luckily my polarized lenses are hiding the tears welling up in my eyes.

Pretty awesome. Length of time between updates is also kinda awesome in a way but I'm disappointed I'll have to wait a while for the next one. Maybe I will just check the thread in 5 years and get the whole rest of the story lol

Good power of recall OP.

But while we wait for an update...

I slept with that female in your avatar ..weird.

OP writes like a young Scott F. Fitzgerald.

i liked the nine six hand stopped reading after that

gettin' better. if real it's gold. but can't really be real.

I feel like a worse player after reading this.

You can't leave us hangin' like that bro

reminds me of the one and only Modus, good stuff

you said you dont wear sun glasses then you said youput on your sun glasses??

Eagerly awaiting next update ... fun stuff

edit;
lol at the sun glasses comments, does nobody here have a sense of humor.. ?