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[RED-DOG]

Post moar.

[Dewi_cool]

bendigedig

[MC]

The night was warm and sultry, my battle had been long and arduous, with casualties on all sides. My opponent sat across from me his pallid hulking battle scarred figure casting a deep dark shadow on the opposing wall. The first shot in however was not fired by him. A 3rd participant, neutral in the ongoing struggle and hoping to claim riches from both of us fired a salvo across our boughs. I was ready. My weaponry was top notch, an ace and a king both strong of heart, I fired back returning his impudent stroke with a shot of my own. That was when my opponent sprung in action. A 3rd shot, (fourth if you count the blind firings that began this sortie) rang out cold from across the battlefield. My weapons were strong but my opponent was claiming his own stronger still. I marshalled my forces and made a defensive move.

Seemingly inconsequential happenings on the battlefield below nevertheless caused my opponent to fire again. The strength of my defences were mightily tested but they held firm. Perhaps there would be chance for a counter-attack later in the battle.

I rallied, strong, as a glimmer of hope was provided by an opportune moment on the field of battle. A moment to hearten my spirits. My opponent seemed cowed and humbled and refused to fire another shot. The opportunity stalled my counter attack as I waited for the decisive moment to spring forth.

Then it was there. The true king had arrived and with him my moment. Finally I felt that I had the strength to compete. My opponent fired his final shot. My response? A devastating blast across the field seemingly from nowhere, stunning him and making him question his own weaponry. He believed they could weather the attack but he was wrong. His defeat was my victory, much was accomplished on the field that day. My reserves have risen as high as 38,000 and I am preparing for inevitable future battles.  

<3

[RedFox]

love that

[jackinbeat]

Poker theory books needs more of your writing skills. WP.

[The Camel]

I tried Google translate but it didn't recognise the language.

Here it is:

"3b btn call a cold4 w/AKhh peel 995 w/bdfd turn chk/chk river I c/r get called by JJ. 38k "

Any help appreciated.

The night was warm and sultry, my battle had been long and arduous, with casualties on all sides. My opponent sat across from me his pallid hulking battle scarred figure casting a deep dark shadow on the opposing wall. The first shot in however was not fired by him. A 3rd participant, neutral in the ongoing struggle and hoping to claim riches from both of us fired a salvo across our boughs. I was ready. My weaponry was top notch, an ace and a king both strong of heart, I fired back returning his impudent stroke with a shot of my own. That was when my opponent sprung in action. A 3rd shot, (fourth if you count the blind firings that began this sortie) rang out cold from across the battlefield. My weapons were strong but my opponent was claiming his own stronger still. I marshalled my forces and made a defensive move.

Seemingly inconsequential happenings on the battlefield below nevertheless caused my opponent to fire again. The strength of my defences were mightily tested but they held firm. Perhaps there would be chance for a counter-attack later in the battle.

I rallied, strong, as a glimmer of hope was provided by an opportune moment on the field of battle. A moment to hearten my spirits. My opponent seemed cowed and humbled and refused to fire another shot. The opportunity stalled my counter attack as I waited for the decisive moment to spring forth.

Then it was there. The true king had arrived and with him my moment. Finally I felt that I had the strength to compete. My opponent fired his final shot. My response? A devastating blast across the field seemingly from nowhere, stunning him and making him question his own weaponry. He believed they could weather the attack but he was wrong. His defeat was my victory, much was accomplished on the field that day. My reserves have risen as high as 38,000 and I am preparing for inevitable future battles.  

Thanks.

[JK]

dunno how you can checkraise on the button, lingo must have moved on.

Cold a btn 3b, we are 4b'er not 3b