Re: Battle Royale! Round 5: Monte Casino
01-24-2010, 12:57 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Whit was bothered. Bothered a bit by Zeke's provocation, but that wasn't too important yet. Zeke had been wrong, While Whit hadn't been satisfied, the card game, against Itzal, would surely be worthwhile. Still, the comment irritated him a bit... Whit would have to return the favor soon. However, his focus was on the game, which bothered him much more.
It was all wrong, how this game was playing out. When the dealer opened aand shuffled a new deck, Whit read the card order- even the riffle shuffles were mostly discernable. He had a vague sense of where every card was. Logically, he should have won already, at least the chips that were currently in play... At least, if Itzal wasn't cheating. He knew Itzal was doing cheats with it's abilities, but Whit still couldn't figure it out. In fact, he wasn't sure if he ever would, but he could at least get some insight from the game. Most importantly, Whit was winning a few hands. If Itzal could simply warp all the cards, Whit wouldn't have won anything. No, it seemed the Itzal could only teleport one thing over a time period. In addition, Whit had won a large hand earlier, which meant that Itzal did not know the order And placement of the cards. It seemed to just pick a card to teleport into it's hand in place of another. A teleportation based off of what Itzal wanted, not what it knew. This was very good information and all, but it didn't change the fact that Whit was slowly losing. To top it off, Itzal seemed to have an infinite supply of valuable objects... Even impossible ones. Whit glanced at Itzal's wild counter. The numbers would not agree, and it soon lit up the LEDs with 8s, filling all the lights, as most clocks do when they glitch. Whit gritted his teeth as Itzal's counter rose to a ridculous number: 8888888. Then, it fell back down to Itzal's previous count, and Whit felt relief.
"I intend to raise the stakes, but it's great if you let that be possible." Whit commented dryly.
"I'm sorry, sir...? But, if the machine cannot attribute a worth to it, it canny be counted. I must say, though, that is... The first time that has happened." the dealer stated, grinning.
"Unfortunate. Maybe something else... Hmm. I shall save that for later."
Whit mentally groaned. Oh well, he thought. He needed to concentrate if he were to win at all... He looked into his chip pile. It seemed he had gotten much to many chips, a pair of nice cutlasses, along with a hat of some sort.
In the corner of his eye, he watched the pirate. The pirate was calm now, as opposed to his wildness earlier, ready... The cards were dealt. Whit saw the pirate catch his cards under his palm, and lift them carefully to view... But that was only what Whit saw, not what he believed he knew. He casually moved the cutlass to the side, mumbling about lack of space. The cutlass tip hit the pirat straight in the elbow- just enough to force his arm to move. Along with his dealt cards, An extra two cards, aces, fell out. The pirate had cheated.
The dealer tutted.
"Vaisley, I thought you knew better... Looks like you'll be losing everything in your chip holder, plus a little... Extra..."
the dealer's tone of "extra" made Vaisley sick and panicy. He began to say things, but his chips were disolving. He stared in horror as he waited for similar to happen to him.
"stop!" Whit exclaimed. "I've got plenty. I'll pay his little wrist slap for him."
The dealer posed as if deep in thought, but agreed. Most of Whit's spare unwhole chips vanished.
The pirate spoke.
"...Thank you, sir. If I could repay you, I would, but-"
Whit shoved the cutlasses in the pirates explaining hands. They were his originally anyway.
Wordlessly, he nodded towards the bar and shifted his eyes back and forth.
Vaisley understood immediately. He grinned and muttered something about seeing what he could do and left. Vaisley knew he couldn't just cut that ninjaish person down... But he was nothing if not clever... Maybe still a ladykiller, but the point was he was Damned clever.
Whit was bothered. Bothered a bit by Zeke's provocation, but that wasn't too important yet. Zeke had been wrong, While Whit hadn't been satisfied, the card game, against Itzal, would surely be worthwhile. Still, the comment irritated him a bit... Whit would have to return the favor soon. However, his focus was on the game, which bothered him much more.
It was all wrong, how this game was playing out. When the dealer opened aand shuffled a new deck, Whit read the card order- even the riffle shuffles were mostly discernable. He had a vague sense of where every card was. Logically, he should have won already, at least the chips that were currently in play... At least, if Itzal wasn't cheating. He knew Itzal was doing cheats with it's abilities, but Whit still couldn't figure it out. In fact, he wasn't sure if he ever would, but he could at least get some insight from the game. Most importantly, Whit was winning a few hands. If Itzal could simply warp all the cards, Whit wouldn't have won anything. No, it seemed the Itzal could only teleport one thing over a time period. In addition, Whit had won a large hand earlier, which meant that Itzal did not know the order And placement of the cards. It seemed to just pick a card to teleport into it's hand in place of another. A teleportation based off of what Itzal wanted, not what it knew. This was very good information and all, but it didn't change the fact that Whit was slowly losing. To top it off, Itzal seemed to have an infinite supply of valuable objects... Even impossible ones. Whit glanced at Itzal's wild counter. The numbers would not agree, and it soon lit up the LEDs with 8s, filling all the lights, as most clocks do when they glitch. Whit gritted his teeth as Itzal's counter rose to a ridculous number: 8888888. Then, it fell back down to Itzal's previous count, and Whit felt relief.
"I intend to raise the stakes, but it's great if you let that be possible." Whit commented dryly.
"I'm sorry, sir...? But, if the machine cannot attribute a worth to it, it canny be counted. I must say, though, that is... The first time that has happened." the dealer stated, grinning.
"Unfortunate. Maybe something else... Hmm. I shall save that for later."
Whit mentally groaned. Oh well, he thought. He needed to concentrate if he were to win at all... He looked into his chip pile. It seemed he had gotten much to many chips, a pair of nice cutlasses, along with a hat of some sort.
In the corner of his eye, he watched the pirate. The pirate was calm now, as opposed to his wildness earlier, ready... The cards were dealt. Whit saw the pirate catch his cards under his palm, and lift them carefully to view... But that was only what Whit saw, not what he believed he knew. He casually moved the cutlass to the side, mumbling about lack of space. The cutlass tip hit the pirat straight in the elbow- just enough to force his arm to move. Along with his dealt cards, An extra two cards, aces, fell out. The pirate had cheated.
The dealer tutted.
"Vaisley, I thought you knew better... Looks like you'll be losing everything in your chip holder, plus a little... Extra..."
the dealer's tone of "extra" made Vaisley sick and panicy. He began to say things, but his chips were disolving. He stared in horror as he waited for similar to happen to him.
"stop!" Whit exclaimed. "I've got plenty. I'll pay his little wrist slap for him."
The dealer posed as if deep in thought, but agreed. Most of Whit's spare unwhole chips vanished.
The pirate spoke.
"...Thank you, sir. If I could repay you, I would, but-"
Whit shoved the cutlasses in the pirates explaining hands. They were his originally anyway.
Wordlessly, he nodded towards the bar and shifted his eyes back and forth.
Vaisley understood immediately. He grinned and muttered something about seeing what he could do and left. Vaisley knew he couldn't just cut that ninjaish person down... But he was nothing if not clever... Maybe still a ladykiller, but the point was he was Damned clever.