This guy I’d played with a few times in smaller stakes local games hears about my game and asks if he could try it out.
He’s a bit rough around the edges... but then aren’t we all? So I say sure, let’s see how it goes.
In the middle of my game, he mentions that he got into a bar fight the day before and got slashed pretty bad with a switchblade.
Before anyone can ask where/how/why he got slashed, he lifts up his shirt to reveal a mess of gauze pads taped all over his fat chest and stomach, some showing dried blood, plus a few partially-visible scabs.
“The doctor said if I wuzzint so fat, I prolly would have died!” he exclaims proudly. “All he got was my blubber!!!!”
[entire table struggles not to puke]
He’s a bit rough around the edges... but then aren’t we all? So I say sure, let’s see how it goes.
In the middle of my game, he mentions that he got into a bar fight the day before and got slashed pretty bad with a switchblade.
Before anyone can ask where/how/why he got slashed, he lifts up his shirt to reveal a mess of gauze pads taped all over his fat chest and stomach, some showing dried blood, plus a few partially-visible scabs.
“The doctor said if I wuzzint so fat, I prolly would have died!” he exclaims proudly. “All he got was my blubber!!!!”
[entire table struggles not to puke]
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