Re: Battle Royale! Round 5: Monte Casino
01-31-2010, 02:29 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Whit gritted his teeth. Had He just suffered misfortune? No, he didn't. At least, he wouldn't accept that he had. No, there was some requirement fufilled, a condition met that assured victory with the loss he had just sustained. Yes, that had to be it. He gave himself a quick evaluation. He felt older, and was visibly aged- but, did he actually lose anything? All of his life... It was simply temporarily displaced- he hadn't truly lost anything.
But, what had he gained? Well, first, he had gained a little knowledge. Itzal was able to go through the deck in the short time the last round lasted. It's speed was much greater than previously estimated. That meant it had an absolute control over the unknown cards.
Itzal denied chance any roll to play.
Whit sneered as he realized this. Itzal was obsessed with control, it seemed. Whit thought back, and realized this character trait defined Itzal well. Itzal's ability overall was to twist reality, to bend it to it's desires. Yet, even more, It obsessively desired to create traps, rooms, spaces that it held control over. Another thought clicked into place. The reason for this game was just to have absolute control. Itzal wanted to play a game where the rules were tight enough that it was capable of controlling every element inside of it. Well then... It had done a good job. Whit was panicing now, slightly. However, he had gained another thing through that round- something beyond Itzal's control.
When Whit lost, he saw it. He saw the look in the dealer's face. The dealer Knew that Itzal's cards were wrong. After all, it had gotten the perfect hand, a straight flush, right on the flop- but that was almost impossible. to do so, The flop had to have been three cards in order of the same suit. On top of that, the cards in Itzal's hand must have matched the suit and number. The dealer knew he had shuffled clearly and thoroughly. So, since he had, there was no reason at all for the cards to still be in order that it had come in. The dealer suddenly calmed. This was a game of chance. And it was possible, very weakly, that this was completely chance. Still, the doubt had set in. This doubt was what Luck had granted- an opening which Whit could aggregate to revive chance.
"Itzal is cheating."
Whit gritted his teeth. Had He just suffered misfortune? No, he didn't. At least, he wouldn't accept that he had. No, there was some requirement fufilled, a condition met that assured victory with the loss he had just sustained. Yes, that had to be it. He gave himself a quick evaluation. He felt older, and was visibly aged- but, did he actually lose anything? All of his life... It was simply temporarily displaced- he hadn't truly lost anything.
But, what had he gained? Well, first, he had gained a little knowledge. Itzal was able to go through the deck in the short time the last round lasted. It's speed was much greater than previously estimated. That meant it had an absolute control over the unknown cards.
Itzal denied chance any roll to play.
Whit sneered as he realized this. Itzal was obsessed with control, it seemed. Whit thought back, and realized this character trait defined Itzal well. Itzal's ability overall was to twist reality, to bend it to it's desires. Yet, even more, It obsessively desired to create traps, rooms, spaces that it held control over. Another thought clicked into place. The reason for this game was just to have absolute control. Itzal wanted to play a game where the rules were tight enough that it was capable of controlling every element inside of it. Well then... It had done a good job. Whit was panicing now, slightly. However, he had gained another thing through that round- something beyond Itzal's control.
When Whit lost, he saw it. He saw the look in the dealer's face. The dealer Knew that Itzal's cards were wrong. After all, it had gotten the perfect hand, a straight flush, right on the flop- but that was almost impossible. to do so, The flop had to have been three cards in order of the same suit. On top of that, the cards in Itzal's hand must have matched the suit and number. The dealer knew he had shuffled clearly and thoroughly. So, since he had, there was no reason at all for the cards to still be in order that it had come in. The dealer suddenly calmed. This was a game of chance. And it was possible, very weakly, that this was completely chance. Still, the doubt had set in. This doubt was what Luck had granted- an opening which Whit could aggregate to revive chance.
"Itzal is cheating."