7:59 PM - Matt: It's like.
7:59 PM - Matt: Hilarious.
7:59 PM - Matt: Poker Raid.
7:59 PM - Matt: That's what it was.
7:59 PM - Matt: A fucking goddamn raid.
7:59 PM - Matt: That FAILED
That was a welcome for the ages. Cthulhu (Cfoofoo), ToonyMan, and myself hijack a poker table and set to screwing each other over, with a couple random passers by. WokerDrone finally shows up, and takes the whole table in his first game, catapulting him to over $1000 when the starting purse is supposed to be $400. Hijinks ensue for a while, as we methodically (and ineptly) run off all other drifters. WorkerDrone maintains a commanding lead the whole time.
Then a B-Movie monster by the name of Metaldan shows up. At this point, me and Drone have over $4000 each, and Dan ingratiates himself by starting a bidding war. Taking this as a challenge, we try to buy him out... And fail spectacularly. Within minutes, Dan is sitting on over $7000, and we're all going for more chips. Cthulhu knows a hopeless fight when he sees one and leaves, but the remaining three swear a blood vendetta to take this guy down. And we fail a few more times. We got some help later from a high-rolling panda, but nearly an hour passed of just watching us hand the guy money. Drone finally loses his shit in the chat window (with humor of course). Dan's response - "stop giving me ur money then". We don't learn. Finally we think have the master stroke and try to buy him out one last time over a string of victories, only to be completely cleaned out again and rocket Dan up to twelve grand. Drone has had enough.
We go to an empty table with an even lower purse limit. Within minutes, we're joined by a chicken.
Ah, fresh meat... quoth the chicken, who proceeds to beat us soundly. After a few more trips to the cashbox and another bevvy of farm animals arrive, and we screw around with the avatar-moods settings, the chicken finally drops the hammer, and it's Total Party Kill for the third or fourth time.
Drone - We were the kings of Vegas, and now we go to playing for bottlecaps against chickens. And losing.
Eventually, even ToonyMan gets tired of going all in on every hand, and we call it a night. But what a ride. Join us next time folks, when our Level 1 party takes on another silver dragon or something. We're kinda hoping for an All Bay12 table, which means nine people, just so we know who to blame.
7:55 PM - Matt: You said you could do it all night!
7:56 PM - Aqizzar: no i didn't
7:56 PM - Aqizzar: I said I could do it all night LAST night
7:56 PM - Matt: 5:25 PM - Aqizzar: hey, I can't stay on all night here
7:57 PM - Matt: ...
7:57 PM - Aqizzar: yeah, see?
7:57 PM - Matt: Wait what.
7:57 PM - Aqizzar: uh huh
7:57 PM - Matt: Man I have selective reading.
7:57 PM - Aqizzar: no shit