From: Insanellama <insanellama316@yahoo.com> Subject: [PW!]Insanellama plays a game. Date: Monday, January 17, 2000 12:59 PM Insanellama walked through the saloon style swinging doors, dressed in tattered jeans, a kahki shirt, some old mudcaked boots, and a hat that had definately seen better days. Everyone around him was wearing suits. This was just the psychological advantage he was looking for. He knew, that unlike most people, he woulod not feel uncomfortable as hoplessly underdressed as he was. On the other hand, he would make anyone playing at his table, and possibly those around him uncomfortable. He would also be suspected as a yokel who didn't have a chance of winning the game. He'd be seen as someone to take chips from. He went to the front desk, was issued his $25,000 in chips, and went to look at the assignment board. He noticed that he was at a table with some men very high up in industry. So much the better, they'd really be disgusted by him. He took his time swaggering over to the table, and the other 4 men were thoroughly annoyed. That's when Insanellama noticed the dealer. He smiled, "Howdy" he said and tipped his hat to everyone. He slouched down into his chair. His eyes were about 5 inches above table level. The 4 men growled, and Chaoticllama began dealing out the cards. About an hour into the game, Insanellama was down to $1000. "Ok, it's time to stop playin around, I know how to read 'em now." Insanellama made his decision. He managed to make it look like luck, he lost a hand every now and then, and looked passably amazed at his growing pile of chips. "Well shucks, guys, I guess I'm just a lucky son of a gun eh?" he said as he collected an unusually large pot. One of the men whispered in CHaoticllama's ear. Chaoticllama stood up, walked around the table to where Insanellama was. He picked him up roughly, took off the fringed jacket Insanellama was wearing, and checked his sleeves. Insanellama was completely unarmed. That didn't mean much, Chaoticllama knew Insanellama was very good at using his environment to his own advantage, and the procurement of weapons from it was second nature. Chaoticllama walked back over to the man who had whispered in his ears. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave now. It's the rule, you accuse someone of cheating who is not, you hand over your chips. "WHAT? The man got very agitated, and got a certain look in his eye. Chaoticllama flashed a revolver into the mans belly. "Make no mistake, unlike the cowboy over there, I'm fully armed. Now hand over your chips to him, and kindly leave the building, or under the contract u signed, no jury would convict me." Chaoticllama enpahasised his statement with a light shove. The man reluctantly slid his chips to Insanellama. The game was almost over anyway. The other 3 men slowly gave ground, and in the end, Insanellama was holding all the chips. "Congratulations Sir, go to the desk to collect your coins and recieve your next assignment," said Chaoticllama in a business like manner. Chaoticllama walked over to Insanellama's next assignment. He had been ordered to deal every hand that Insanellama played. Chaoticllama had to admire his brother's style, even his clothes had been a master-stroke. Insanellama collected his winnings, and scanned the assignment board. Most of round one was still going, but they had managed to get 5 games over so round two could begin. Insanellama noticed a somewhat disturbing development, the name BUCKWHEAT was on the board in one of the round 1 games still going. Insanellama knew that the same tricks probably wouldn't work this time. He'd heard the others from his table talking to some of the guys at his next game. He dropped the swagger, and the slouch, but he didn't stop acting like he was just lucky. "Well looks like you guys made it hear too. Boy I sure do like the big city. He stood behind the chair, and swung both his legs around it, and came over the back. He took off his hat, ran his fingers through his hair, and settled it back on his head. "Hey, how bout that, I remember you. You're the dealer from last round." he said pointing at Chaoticllama. Privately Insanellama wanted to know exactly what in the name of Goddish Chaoticllama was doing back in Team Rocket. This game went far more quickly than the last. Insanellama only lost a few hands before he knew everyone's sign. As soon as he was sure, he decided to start playing. The other men noticed that the overwhelming majority of the hands were going to Insanellama, and the ones he lost were only small pots anyway. One of the men who looked a little bit more tempramental than the rest stood up suddenly, and drew a glock from his pocket. "Go ahead pal, but I'm sure the dealer will thell ya, that if you shoot me, you'll catch more than one peice of lead." Insanellama suddenly noticed the look in the man's eyes. This man no longer cared whether he died in the act of killing. Insanellama dove in one motion over the table, and rolled under an unoccupied one, then with his hand tipped it on its side. The man's pistol was tracking over, and the wood got in the way just in time. The small calibur glock wasn't able to get through, and it only had one bullet in it anyway. Insanellama knowing this, righted the table, and bounded up. He walked around the table to his chair, and sat down. Chaoticllama waved a hand to two bouncers, and pointed at the man with the glock. He slid the chips over to Insanellama's place at the table. Insanellama had the rest of the game won in half an hour. Insanellama settled in to watch for a while. The third round was nowhere near being started. TBC???????? -- -Insanellama Watch your six. icq # 17681168 Aim nick: Insanelama