March 18, 2014

The Red River Demon, Laffering Peglet, his face a mask of dripping fangs, shoved several stacks of chips forward.

‘I call,’ he slurred from his rancid throat.

Partridge ‘The Mole’ Hanratty showed his hand, three aces and a pair of threes.

‘Nice,’ hissed Laffering Peglet, his face a compendium of flashing daggers, ‘but not quite nice enough.’

The Demon displayed his 4 jacks. Gunplay and maiming ensued. Then a chuckling Demon lowered himself into the river, leaving behind only his traditional hat band and an assortment of body parts.

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