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Once upon a time
TheEdge949
Member Posts: 5,686
in The Rail
There was an online poker player, oh I don't know lets call him....Mark.
Now Mark was neither a good player or indeed a profitable one but he enjoyed playing small stakes mtts ans the occasional sng and realised that for him it was about having fun, and entertainment for his money.
In this regard he was happy enough and sometimes he liked to engage with others in the sites forum on a variety of subjects. Some he was knowledgeable about, most just went over his head. A little like poker theory but hey it kept him happy in his simple world.
One weekend toward the end of March he became fascinated by a thread posted by a wise oracle detailing the exploits of players at something called the SPT hosted in a far off place called Brighton.
With excitement he began railing players, slavishly craving news of their progress when he gets interrupted by a fair Maiden known as Wifey. Now Mark and Wifey were deeply in love and Wifey noting Marks excitement asked why he was not attending such a grand spectacle as Brighton.
Mark explained that his game was not good enough to qualify and that the direct buy in was beyond his modest means, whereupon Wifey looked lovingly into his eyes and said "Why didn't you ask me to buy you in".
Mark with his heart soaring turned to Wifey and pronounced that a proclomation had determined a similar event in the North of the Kingdom was scheduled for the end of May.
At that point the wicked witch cast a spell on Wifey and she lost the power of speech.
To be continued.
Now Mark was neither a good player or indeed a profitable one but he enjoyed playing small stakes mtts ans the occasional sng and realised that for him it was about having fun, and entertainment for his money.
In this regard he was happy enough and sometimes he liked to engage with others in the sites forum on a variety of subjects. Some he was knowledgeable about, most just went over his head. A little like poker theory but hey it kept him happy in his simple world.
One weekend toward the end of March he became fascinated by a thread posted by a wise oracle detailing the exploits of players at something called the SPT hosted in a far off place called Brighton.
With excitement he began railing players, slavishly craving news of their progress when he gets interrupted by a fair Maiden known as Wifey. Now Mark and Wifey were deeply in love and Wifey noting Marks excitement asked why he was not attending such a grand spectacle as Brighton.
Mark explained that his game was not good enough to qualify and that the direct buy in was beyond his modest means, whereupon Wifey looked lovingly into his eyes and said "Why didn't you ask me to buy you in".
Mark with his heart soaring turned to Wifey and pronounced that a proclomation had determined a similar event in the North of the Kingdom was scheduled for the end of May.
At that point the wicked witch cast a spell on Wifey and she lost the power of speech.
To be continued.