Kenny_Dies
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"And now, lets pass the word to one of our new members. How about you, Kenny?"
"Hi,"
(clears his throat)
"my name is Kenny, and I'm a chip addict..."
(pauses)
"It all began about 40 months ago. It was a Friday night. Just another Friday night...
Then I met Steeve in the pub. Silly Steeve. Talking about poker. Talking about his garden.
Talking about this and that. Talking about hosting a multitable tournament.
Talking about...
...getting Chips."
(nervously slides back and forth on his seat)
"That was the point. I just could have stood up. I just should have left. I... I just could have turned my
back on this lunatic, left this filthy pub and never ever return again. And I should have. And I knew it.
But I didn't. Something kept me right there. Kept me right in the seat. Kept me staring into this... face. This
driveling mouth. Silly Kenny. Making the wrong decision... Again.
"Chips?“, I said. "Yes.", He replied, "We're gonna need more. A lot. We're gonna host a deep stacked MTT."
I must have felt a little dizzy. I certainly didn't talk. But I heard my mouth saying OK. Saying that I
would handle that.
It was almost a whole week later, when I was surfing the web, like I always do. Then, all of a sudden, a
shallow shadow flickered somewhere in the corner of my mind. But what?...
Oh, right! I had to get some chips!
Since it's difficult to get better stuff than our beloved dice chips out here where I live, I packed my
shopping cart at an international dealer.
Dice chips... I mean, most people try them, are turned off, and never get further. Lucky people. I don't
consider myself one of them."
(looks up)
"So I stuffed the cart with tons of James Bond Casino Royale chips. They had a nice inlay. Different edge
spots. And they had the "original" 13.5g casino weight!
I mean, jackpot!! Right? So, I went to cash out, the cursor hovering over the "buy" button. But something
held me back. I just should have pressed that damned button. I would have been better off now. But no. I had to get
some reviews first. Of course.. That’s when I stumbled over that place. CT...
What happened after was unavoidable. Point of no return exceeded...
Oh, do I need to mention that Steeves’s majestic multitable tournament never was hosted?
But what does that change now…
I was on Avalons first. I got them from Apache. I didn't even like them really. But I got used to them.
I wanted something better. But what? And where from?
It took a few months then I got some Aztars. NICE!
I mean, real casino chips? Is there something better
than worn off Paulson chips, actually used in a casino?
There is.
(eyes light up)
Minty fresh Paulson chips!
Albeit my friends were calling me crazy, and one after another turned his back on me, and I’ve already
given my car, my house and all of my money for those little devilishly 39mm in diameter small minions of
doom, I’ve built my Grand Victoria set, and much more. And believe it or not I will go further; I’ll take it to
the next level."
(maniacal laughter)
"You’ll hear from me."
(stands up)
(leaves)
()
"Hi,"
(clears his throat)
"my name is Kenny, and I'm a chip addict..."
(pauses)
"It all began about 40 months ago. It was a Friday night. Just another Friday night...
Then I met Steeve in the pub. Silly Steeve. Talking about poker. Talking about his garden.
Talking about this and that. Talking about hosting a multitable tournament.
Talking about...
...getting Chips."
(nervously slides back and forth on his seat)
"That was the point. I just could have stood up. I just should have left. I... I just could have turned my
back on this lunatic, left this filthy pub and never ever return again. And I should have. And I knew it.
But I didn't. Something kept me right there. Kept me right in the seat. Kept me staring into this... face. This
driveling mouth. Silly Kenny. Making the wrong decision... Again.
"Chips?“, I said. "Yes.", He replied, "We're gonna need more. A lot. We're gonna host a deep stacked MTT."
I must have felt a little dizzy. I certainly didn't talk. But I heard my mouth saying OK. Saying that I
would handle that.
It was almost a whole week later, when I was surfing the web, like I always do. Then, all of a sudden, a
shallow shadow flickered somewhere in the corner of my mind. But what?...
Oh, right! I had to get some chips!
Since it's difficult to get better stuff than our beloved dice chips out here where I live, I packed my
shopping cart at an international dealer.
Dice chips... I mean, most people try them, are turned off, and never get further. Lucky people. I don't
consider myself one of them."
(looks up)
"So I stuffed the cart with tons of James Bond Casino Royale chips. They had a nice inlay. Different edge
spots. And they had the "original" 13.5g casino weight!
I mean, jackpot!! Right? So, I went to cash out, the cursor hovering over the "buy" button. But something
held me back. I just should have pressed that damned button. I would have been better off now. But no. I had to get
some reviews first. Of course.. That’s when I stumbled over that place. CT...
What happened after was unavoidable. Point of no return exceeded...
Oh, do I need to mention that Steeves’s majestic multitable tournament never was hosted?
But what does that change now…
I was on Avalons first. I got them from Apache. I didn't even like them really. But I got used to them.
I wanted something better. But what? And where from?
It took a few months then I got some Aztars. NICE!
I mean, real casino chips? Is there something better
than worn off Paulson chips, actually used in a casino?
There is.
(eyes light up)
Minty fresh Paulson chips!
Albeit my friends were calling me crazy, and one after another turned his back on me, and I’ve already
given my car, my house and all of my money for those little devilishly 39mm in diameter small minions of
doom, I’ve built my Grand Victoria set, and much more. And believe it or not I will go further; I’ll take it to
the next level."
(maniacal laughter)
"You’ll hear from me."
(stands up)
(leaves)
()
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