Blind Man's Bluff - Is it a fun way to break up a long poker night?

This seems a serious sub, so sorry if this is off topic. Have you played a few hands of Blind Man's Bluff? Was it fun? How can I convince my buddies to give it a go?

Personally, I think the game is hilarious. It's seems a nice way to break up a long poker night w/ friends. But I have trouble getting people interested in a few hands.

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Let’s discuss poker math about calling and MDF

It all started with this post:

And I made this reply that I want to call more attention to/discuss with the community:

Full disclosure I’m a low stakes live player that has won over a small sample size.

Let’s make some assumptions to simplify the situation, and doing the math on the river is always easiest. Please look over these calculations and let me know what you think, since I’m not 100% sure.

I’ve read optimal poker involves the villain bluffing the river about a third of the time. If villain makes a half pot bet and you assume he’s bluffing a third of the time, the EV of a call would be:

EV = (1/3)(1.5) - (2/3)(0.5) = +0.17 pot sized bets.

This is assuming you win every time he bluffs and lose every time he’s not. The above math seems wrong to me but I can’t figure out why.

Alternatively, let’s set the equation to 0 and see how often you need to win to make you indifferent.

1.5W - (0.5)(1-W) = 0; W = 0.25 or 25%

So to a half pot river bet, you break even if you win 25% of the time, and profit if you win at a higher rate. So even if you lose 3/4 times you’re still break even! Certainly the math supports being a bit of a calling station.

Now to exploitative/reality. Does the villain really bluff the river 1/3 of the time? If the answer is no, he bluffs less frequently, then the above math would certainly be off, as if he bluffs at a frequency less than 25%, a call would be immediately negative EV.

Now - are the people you play against, as a population, bluffing the river at a high rate?

Another way to think about it too is whether or not you want to play in a mathematically suboptimal way that’s easier to play/you make fewer incorrect decisions. I’ve been grappling with this concept for a while, and the best example I can think of is overlimping in the blinds. Let’s say I have great pot odds to call K7o. Calling is mathematically correct but even if I hit my K the hand is hard to play, so the human error in my play might skew the actual EV to negative? I dunno man

I wanted to add that my math above assumes villain has any two cards, which is far from reality. Not sure how precise math can be, but my gut instinct is MDF minus 10-25% depending on villain.

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Official subreddit for Indian poker players

Indian poker players,

Inviting y'all to the r/Poker_IN subredd. Just realized that there's no good community acknowledging the Indian poker scene, and made this up. Truly feel that India has a lot to do yet in terms of poker and now is a ripe time as any to get into the Indian poker scene. Tbh, I don't have that much experience myself but am hoping all legends, pros, amateurs, prodigies, and wannabes in the circuit join in and flash their minds. See you there.

PS: No we aren't talking about the game where you stick a card to your head aka Indian Poker aka Blind Man's Bluff

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The 7.8 Billion Player Poker Tournament (Part 2)

Catch up on part 1 here:

Chapter 2: Total Droolers

We're dealt into the big blind in hand one, and seat 5, a middle aged hispanic man goes into the tank. I mean, he's really tanking. Incredibly unlucky to get matched up with a pro on my first table. He turns to the dealer and says

¿Qué debo hacer?

The dealer throws his hands up, and then makes the motions of folding, calling, and raising one by one. Seat 5 ends up calling. I consider declaring collusion between him and the dealer, but I decide to wait and see if I win the hand first. His fellow hombre in seat 6 calls, as do the rest of my opponents, until the infant in the small blind.

This child is clearly a total drooler, mainly because he's getting spittle all over his cards. His arms are clearly too short to reach the chips, and I doubt he's even half as gee-tee-oh and any of the young guns I play 1-2 with. Although he'd be a formiddable rival to most of the people I tangle with, compared to a crusher like myself, he is totally outmatched. At the risk of outing myself as a professional, I call the clock on the baby. The dealer, clearly sensing my superior prowess, simply sighs and takes the infant's cards. He is clearly in awe of how fortunate he is to have a player like me at his table.

Now I, for the first time, look down at my cards. Pocket Jacks. I go into the tank. No right way to play here. Folding seems ok, but a little weak. Checking is boring. I decide to bluff jam all in. Can't win this one by checking.

The dealer, sensing what seat 5 is about to ask, makes the motions of folding, and then calling. Seat 5 opts on a call, as does seat 6. My other villains fold, and I proudly table JJ. There is no way I'm behind here.

Seat 5 shows A3, and his amigo shows QTs. I can tell that they've played together before since they're both hispanic.

Dealer puts out the flop of QT8, and I start berating him so he knows there's still a chance to give me a winner on the next card. "Fake hands! Total collusion! Complete and total misdeal! Are these goons even legal?!"

Then I go runner runner JJ for quads, just like I planned. I tip the dealer a red bird, which he returns since it's a tournament.

The dealer says that seats 5 and 6 will remain vacant until the floor breaks a table towards us, and seat 1 will post the next big blind, which is now twice as much since we've just passed the

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GTO Brainteaser 3 -- Blind Man's Bluff blog.gtorangebuilder.com/…
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Blind man's Bluff - reverse texas holdem youtube.com/watch?v=Y0pvc…
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r/Conservative dives into controversy after (only?) copies of "damning Hunter Biden documents" were allegedly stolen from the mail en-route to Fox News pundit Tucker Carlson. Is it a case of "my dog ate my homework", or 5D chess by "the smartest man in DC"?

tl;dr: Fox News host Tucker Carlson claims that a source mailed him massively incriminating documents about Joe Biden's son that would totally sway the election for Trump, but unknown actors stole the only copies of the proof from his mail. Even the sub r/Conservative is skeptical about this story, with some saying it's evidence that spies are frantically suppressing the truth, or it's a Tucker ruse to force Biden to a misstep; others saying it's the most obvious "my dog ate my homework" in political history.

UPDATE: allegedly UPS found the missing package of “evidence” today, and Tucker immediately announced that everyone should leave Hunter alone because Hunter is just a sad dude with drug problems.

Background: for anyone who hasn't been following the news, a week and some ago the New York Post broke the story that Hunter Biden, son of former VP and current presidential candidate Joe Biden, has been linked to serious crimes (at minimum corruption and bribery) by a laptop of his acquired under somewhat confused circumstances. Questions have emerged about the story, as supposedly it involves the California multi-millionaire Hunter dropping off several water-damaged Apple laptops at a tiny repair place at a strip mall in Delaware near Joe's home. The story is too complex to go into, but suspicious aspects include the shop owner is legally blind and can't guarantee it was indeed Hunter who dropped off the laptop, among other people he sent copies of the hard drive to Trump's personal lawyer Rudy Giuliani, lots of odd twists.

So those who are skeptical allege that in actuality, hackers (possibly foreign) stole legit emails and photos from Hunter's iCloud for credibility and then mixed in fake incriminating materials and then loaded them onto a hard drive so as to have a plausible background story without admitting to the hacking. On the opposite end, those who believe it's real are convinced this is the "nuclear bomb" that destroys Joe Biden and wins the election for Trump, and the story on fringe media and discussion has rapidly expanded from the HD showing evidence of corruption and bribery (including kickbacks to Joe), photos/videos of Hunter with sex workers and using drugs (which nobody denies he's done in the past), and moved deeper and deeper into claims the HD shows Hunter molesting his underage niece, and allegations it shows Hunter *lit

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My Poker Face

(Please do not hold back. Give any constructive feedback you can think of because I want to improve)

My poker face is unwavering.

I paid my ante to the pot today.

Deal.

Two of Hearts. Seven of Spades.

I have no tells to show my disappointment.

They are blind. Some big, some small.

I am not.

I check, then I check the others.

Some tell, but they do not say.

Flop.

King of Diamonds. Nine of Clubs. Four of Clubs.

A confident strike, followed by unlit matches.

One raises. The others fall.

My poker face is unwavering.

I stand tall, even though I feel small.

Turn.

Jack of Hearts.

He sizes me up.

My poker face is unwavering.

He sees a brave man. I feel like a scared boy.

He tosses chips with gusto. I mimic his assertiveness.

River.

I’m silently drowning.

Counting.

One, two, three…

His whole stack, with one to spare.

His brow is firm. His gestures are calm.

But his eyes scream bluff.

“All in”.

A cry for help as I lay everything on the table.

Notice my vulnerability.

Find my tells. Make me say.

Accept my desperate plea and call my bluff.

See my hand and understand.

Fold.

I have no tells. I do not say. No one calls my bluff.

My poker face is unwavering.

Another hand tomorrow.

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Inside Underground NY Poker

I have a ton of stories from my days of dealing in the underground clubs in New York. I now live in Vegas and work here full time in the poker industry. I often get asked by the players here in Vegas to tell some stories of my club days. Maybe r/poker will find it interesting as well.

This all started in 2006.

Fox's Club - 1.1 A bit of some background about me -- I basically grew up in the poker world. My grandmother was a player/dealer decades ago (her boyfriend ran a large club in Queens, NY) and she started teaching me 7 Stud, 5-Card Draw Hi, and NL Hold'Em starting when I was 6 years old. We would play with a cheap Hoyle chipset she had purchased from the local grocery store. Occasionally, I even beat her — I’ll never be sure to this day if she let me win, but I’ll always hold those memories close. Poker was something we always did together and did often. It would be unusual to see my Grandma without a deck of cards on her.

As I got older, my whole family would play together. When I reached middle and high school, I would host multi-table \$20-\$50 buy-in tournaments at my house and there would be about 40-50 of us at my house playing poker, socializing, eating, and doing what kids do. We were all terrible and had no idea what we were doing, but we were all having fun and little did I know it, but I was getting a taste of what was to come in terms of my career later on in life.

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My Big Review of Apollo Justice

I have a lot of respect for the original Ace Attorney trilogy.

While technically Visual Novels (or ADV's, to use the "proper" term) had been part of Japanese games since 1985, Shu Takumi's trilogy of courtroom mysteries deserve a lot of praise for how accessible they were able to make a genre that was dominantly the very niche Japanese PC market, and at the same time show a way to properly transplant the ideas of mystery fiction into an interesting interactive environment. While the games are hardly perfect (with the first especially being very rushed), a lot of what they accomplish is truly inspired, and there is good reason the stories of Farewell and Bridge are still talked about well over a decade later.

So, after the third game, TakuShu felt like he was done. Phoenix's story had reached its logical conclusion, he gave an ending to the Fey Clan drama which had ran throughout the trilogy, and overall had concluded on a fittingly bittersweet, moving note. Takumi's team came back for the DS release of the first game to do the now ever-loved "Rise from the Ashes" bonus case, which despite initially being just a small project rapidly ballooned into a full mini-game essentially. It was after Rise was done, however, that Keiji Inafune (yes, that Inafune) came with a request.

They wanted Ace Attorney 4.

This, understandably, put Takumi in a difficult position. As he and the fans agreed on that together the first three games all formed one massive story, it was very difficult for him to think of some kind of "fourth instalment" to Phoenix Wright. Hit with this, however, he decided on something special; a completely new story. New protagonist, new heroine, new rival, new everything. All in the service of a game which could continue the series world and provide something would new fans could get into.

The problems was how those conclusions were reached.

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1. The Opening Act

The opening case of Apollo Justice is brilliant.

The line which split a fanbase forever.

Right from the start, Turnabout Trump throws players into a situation which they'd be familiar with. Apollo, the new protagonist, is a fresh-faced rookie trying to work off his nerves as he talks to his mentor Kristoph Gavin, about his first case. This all very purposely calls back to the opener of the original trilogy, recalling Phoenix's first inte

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A Weird Car Followed Me On The Way To The Poker Room

Okay, so I had an addiction. Ever since daddy first got me into Texas Hold ‘Em, I loved poker. The thrill of winning an all in or making a sick bluff pulled me in… As did the sheer euphoria any winning session brought me. Above all, Lily Capra just loved the game.

I admit I didn’t win every time. No one does. Poker requires a unique skill set, especially to offset the variance. Those horrific battles with Lady Luck.

But daddy taught me well. From childhood to my twenties, dad did his best to preach pot odds, position, and making high percentage plays. And for the most part, his lectures paid off.

I started off a young cocky punk. But like a focused coach, dad got through to me. Soon enough, I started winning. We started winning.

I hit eighteen and that was when dad started taking me to the Florida card rooms. The house games. All the spots where the action was. He helped me improve my game. Helped kindle my passion.

Now here I was thirty-five and settled down in Albany, Georgia. I was still a pretty young woman. A pretty young mother, that is. My short brown hair matched my dark eyes… Eyes that were considered striking until sunglasses disguised them on the felt. And with an athletic frame, you’d never guess I had three kids.

Sadly, my dad passed a few years back. But his poker legacy lived on in me. In Lucky Lily. The only problem now was finding the time to make that forty minute drive to our local card room on River Road… Not an easy task with the kids.

I’d still go out when I could. My husband Harold knew I wasn’t shopping or out clubbing with the “the girls.” He knew I was playing some fucking cards. And given the money I won, Harold didn’t mind one bit.

Tonight was no different. The exciting urge hit me early in the evening. Harold was watching a ball game with the kids… So I had cover for what would be this week’s journey down River Road. I kissed the fam goodbye and then I took off for my addiction.

Cold November rain ambushed me. My body shivered not from an obvious tell but from the forty degree weather. In my Toyota, the routine route took me down long country roads. Lonely roads by day that were isolated by night.

Just thinking of poker further fueled my buzz. My excitement. I already heard a new player was gonna be there tonight… then again, rainy nights like this usually brought out the easy money. Fresh fish ready to get hooked by us poker regs. Especially at the place I went to. You throw in a pretty girl like me, and I was g

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Inside Boston underground Poker Part 4: Bubbles in Vegas

So I had arrived in Vegas, a bit lighter in the pocket thanks to Rich's thieving, but ready to grind. I had posted a month or so before on Craigslist looking for a house to rent, a bit away from the Strip so I'd have somewhere to relax. I ended up making a deal with a family that liked to leave Vegas for the summer. I'd watch their place, water their plants and lawn, and not let anyone else live there with me, they'd rent the 3br place to me for super cheap. It was out in Henderson, about 20 minutes from the Strip, and it was a nice home base for the summer.

For my 21st birthday, my mom, best friend and best friend's dad all came and met me out in Vegas, and we had a nice weekend seeing some shows and playing some low stakes pit games. Everyone went home May 31st, and June 1st I was in my first WSOP event. It was a \$2k buyin, and even though I wasn't a big tournament player, I wanted to take my shot at the sponsorships and glory that would come if I managed to be the youngest ever to win an event, a seemingly unbeatable record since it was 4 days after my 21st birthday (although them added WSOP Europe events would eventually have ruined that anyways).

I started off strong, growing my stack very quickly against a weak field. If you watched TV poker back around the time of the poker boom, you probably remember Humberto Brenes, the Hispanic guy with the "CHARK" card protector who was always super loud. He was at my table for a long time during day 1 of the event, being annoying and loud as was his tradition despite the event not being televised. Even more annoying was the fact that his presence made everyone at the table play like they were on TV as well, hamming it up, taking forever to make obvious folds, and so on. I pride myself on not tilting, but when the whole table are acting like morons, it gets to me.

After dinner break, Humberto hadn't returned to his seat. He had maybe 25 big blinds at this point, so the blinds and antes were eating him up, and I had position on his stack so I was reaping much of the rewards. He eventually came back to a 10 bb stack, and I got it in with AK vs his AT to stack him and finally end the madness. There were a few other pros who came to my table, but no one who most reading this would probably

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Controversial hand in a bar league poker tournament- thoughts?

First post, so I hope I do this correctly...so today I took part in a quarterly bar poker league tournament. There are 2 bars that host (used to be 3, as of a week or 2 ago, but apparently the patrons don't spend enough \$\$\$ to have the bar keep it going), and the players are pretty much the same at both locations. The regular, weekly tournaments are free to play, and the bar gives out a \$20 and \$10 gift certificate. Every so often, such as today, the guy(s) who run it have a bigger tournament and give out cash. The prizes were \$250, \$150, and \$50...I think. There are also give-aways like free shirts, glasses, and what-not. The play is usually pretty loose, although I noticed it tightened up a bit today as there was actual cash involved. I have only played at this location once before, as well as a different location 2 weeks ago, so nobody really knows me and vice versa. The majority of the players all seem to know each other, and they have their own cliques, inside jokes, and ways of doing things....of which I was soon made aware of. The guy that signed me up actually plays in the games, including today. Another guy, who I assume was related to him as they both looked similar, was helping with chip-ups and table balancing. He was also playing, and was at my table when the hand in question happened. Personally, I'm not thrilled with the people running the tournaments actually playing, especially when there are 5 (8 max) tables to start. The guy that signed me up even won as the top-rated player at one of the 3 locations, so I'm not sure if he bought himself a trophy or not. I fully expect that they keep the money if they place. The tournament took place in a restaurant similar to an Applebees or Chili's, with an enclosed patio to keep us away from the regular eaters and drinkers. Since this is a bar league, players shuffle and deal themselves, with one deck in play while the cut-off is shuffling. Anyways, here's the hand:

Me = Hero (of course) Sitting at around 60k

Villain = 70-something old man. Clearly retired, known by most everyone else there. Plays all the time. Similar stack, possibly 70k.

The tournament was down to 3 tables, with about 6-7 at my table. Blinds are 500 and 1000 with starting stacks of 15k. Villain is SB, Hero is BB. Action folds around to Villain, who calls the 1k. Hero looks down to see QcQs and raises to 3k. Villain calls. As these were long, yet skinny tables, I was on the corner of the table, villa

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Rumnchess's Guide to Live Poker. A.K.A Alex Livingston Main Event FT 2019

This is taken from his guide on the forum. Highly recommend for anyone who's new to live/casino poker. He and the other 2 players at this year Main Event Final Table are the ambassador that we need to make poker fun again.

>I'm crossposting this from the HUNL forum, but I wrote a brief summary of live poker; some of you may find it interesting and/or (in)accurate.
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>Rumnchess's Guide to Live Poker
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>PART VIII - IntroductionPART XI - Attitude & EtiquettePART XIII - General StrategyPART XV - Bankroll Guidelines (an extremely short section)PART XVII - Player Profiles (quite long by contrast)PART XXIII - Conclusion
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>PART VIII: Introduction
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>Live poker is my bread and butter. It has been one of my favorite pasttimes for the last five years of my life, and will always remain so. Along with golf, fine dining, and women, live poker constitutes one of the four core pillars of my life. Over the past few months, I have experienced a period of extraordinarily erratic, and for the most part tumultuous, results in online poker. The advent of heads up superturbos has been particularly disruptive to my confidence, state of mind, and bankroll. Nonetheless, my live results have remained consistently good. I consider live poker my best form of poker, not only relative to the respective fields, but in absolute level of skill. Perhaps just as important as my results, I love everything that live poker has to offer: easily attainable food and beverages, chip shuffling tricks, and an incredibly social and lively atmosphere. Through live poker I have attained an internship with a day trading firm in New York, and free business class flights for the next year. The opportunities for conversation and networking are plentiful, and the live poker world encompasses a fascinating crossection of society. Rarely do such a diverse group of individuals come together. Everyone from min-buying truck drivers to lawyers to wealthy Middle East businessmen can be found at the poker table. To my knowledge, the plethora of people you meet in a cardroom have only one thing in common: they are all notoriously poor players.
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>PART XI: Attitude & Etiquette
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>It is extremely important to approach a casino poker game with the correct attitude. Often I see online players who are new to live cardrooms walk into a game with an attitude that is not only harmful to themse

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Welcome to Gettysburg (Day One)

Day Two Here

Day Three Here

Gettysburg is by far my favorite battle of all time.

First, it is an all-American battle in an all-American war, and myself being an old school nationalist it carries significance that other battles simply don’t; I may find Austerlitz or Stalingrad nifty, but nobody there was my people.

More, it was an extraordinarily clean fight. At any point, a soldier on either side could hurl down their rifle and grab some sky and be reasonably assured of having their surrender accepted without reservation, and for that matter their captor could rely on their new POWs to trudge back to the rear under light guard in good faith. Even though much of the fighting took place in an urban environment with embedded civilians, only one civilian died in the fighting. Let me tell you, the more military history you read up on, the clearer it is that massacring civilians before, during, and after a rough fight is par for the course. One might even say that butchering unarmed men, women and children of the enemy tribe is the de facto military objective more than half the time; it might be some weird, half instinctual, proto-game theory going on: “We told them to surrender or else. They didn’t surrender, we won anyway, and now there’s gotta be an ‘or else’ to persuade the next batch of holdouts that we mean business.” In the long run, butchering the first village usually made it morelikely the next three villages would get the message and surrender without a fight, saving the invaders men, materiel, and time. Or perhaps it’s that killing civilians has always been pure bloody-mindedness. But not at Gettysburg. Gettysburg is where the American platonic ideal of soldiers fighting soldiers and leaving the civilians be actually happened.

Another aspect to the battle that fascinates me is how utterly unplanned it was. Neither army had intended to fight there, and between the scale of the brawl, the rapidity of developments, the intransigence of their subordinates, and the communications lag, neither the Confederate general Lee nor the Union general Meade had a grip on the situation at all until the second day of the battle, and neither could enact their ideal plans until the third day. It was something of a clusterfuck for both sides, and the course of the battle depended on the initiativ

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A Vegas Miracle - how I won \$129,000 in my 3rd tournament ever

This is how I won \$129,000 in my 3rd ever poker tournament. Note: don't try this, it probably won't turn out well for you.

I spent about 6 months grinding up a \$5,000 bankroll playing home/casino games ranging from .5/1 to 1/3. The week that I hit that \$5,000 mark, Matt, one of my best friends from college informed me that his job had placed him in Las Vegas for the next month and that I could crash with him for a few nights if I wanted to come on out west. I had frequent flyer miles for the flight and some Mlife/Fremont hotel comps for the rest of the trip. My grand total for flight and lodging for 10 days came to \$200.

Now, I’m not going to bore you guys with low-level cash hand histories. The next 10 days were filled with me playing lowstakes poker for 10-12 hours a day. It’s as fun as it sounds – it’s not. I was having a good time in Vegas otherwise – but towards the end of the trip I had a realization: 1/2’s the same everywhere. I didn’t have to fly out to the desert to raise to \$7 preflop.

After 10 days, my grand total from poker (and a fair amount of dumb degenerate shit on Fremont) was -\$186. That wasn’t what I came out to do — I knew that I was a better player than my recent results had indicated. The morning of my return flight, I decided I was going to play tournaments until I either busted my \$5,000 bankroll or hit something worthwhile.

I impulsively decided to not get on my plane at 11:30am. Checkout time from Luxor was at 11:00 – and I didn’t know where I was going yet. I had 30 minutes to pack up my stuff and figure out where I was going before they’d charge me a fee. I sorted TripAdvisor by cheapest first – I’ve stayed in crappy hostels/motels before and overall am a very low maintenance person. I figured that by staying somewhere for \$20 a night, I’d be able to maximize the amount of shots I could take before flying back home. I accepted that there was a real chance I’d go back broke – but I didn’t really care. If I didn’t take my shot now, then when?

I booked the cheapest bed in Vegas - a 6-person shared hostel just past the Stratosphere. Let's just say you get what you pay for — it was not a happy place. A fair amount of the people in there were bordering on homelessness and there was barbed wire surrounding their outdoor gym. In addition to this, I had the constant stress of knowing that all that separated my bankroll from the rest of my roommates was a tiny lock. I took the Deuce to the strip, lived off food comps, and turned do

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A Cast in Review - Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney

Game four - I wanna talk about it. I got into Ace Attorney originally back in 2008. Even played Investigations right when it first came out. Really becoming a major fan of the series and committing to playing the rest of it took a while longer. I played AJ:AA for the first time in 2012, if memory serves, and I just loved it. That was right when I was properly getting into the fandom, so I had a ton of fan content based on both the original trilogy and Apollo's debut game to enjoy, as well as the excitement with the leadup to the then-approaching release of Ace Attorney 5. Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney has held a special place in my heart for the years since, as a result, and I looked forward to replaying it again, to see and judge for myself how it holds up.

I'm happy with it! I love this game's core cast in particular. Rookie Apollo, trolling mentor Phoenix, quirky but capable assistant Trucy, grouchy but lovable detective Ema, flashy but respectable prosecutor Klavier - they've all got a dynamic that I really enjoy, and the game's story presentation sets it apart very noticeably from its three predecessors, giving it an extremely unique mood and atmosphere no other game in the series before or since has matched.

Before we start, check out my other cast review posts, if you haven't seen them yet:

And with that, let's really dig into the cast!

APOLLO JUSTICE

Loud, cute, and a supporting character at best in his own debut, named-after-him game.

So I love Apollo. Like Phoenix in his first appearance, he starts off Case 1 as a nervous, stammering rookie trying not to screw up in front of his mentor. I know a lot of people accuse Apollo in this game of effectively just being Phoenix with a different set of sprites, and while I can see some of why they would think that, I disagree strongly.

Apollo does have the misfortune of lacking agency in this game. That's an obvious point against him, and one that I'll concede makes it harder to pick out unique, distinguishing attributes in his personality. He spends nearly this entire story being manipulated, and while that's interesting to observe once

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[WP] Golden Blood: Parts 1 and 2

Part One

The ransom note gave me stern instructions: come late and come alone.

It's dangerous for a blood-bag like me to be out in the moonlight, but I wasn't not out there for myself. If this was about me, I'd be home safe. Locked in my apartment with my windows covered in titanium shutters. The front door locked, a dresser shoved in front of it. I'd woken up too many times to my doorknob rattling to feel safe sleeping any other way.

No. This was for Joyce.

Joyce. My heart still lurched with pain as I remembered that hot wall of panic when I woke to find my bed empty. Joyce gone. She always went out for early morning runs, but usually she was smart enough to wait for the first kiss of dawn. Usually she was back by the time I got my lazy ass up.

But not today.

Today, Joyce never came home. There was only a note, speckled with brown blood, taped to my front door.

Give us what we want if you want to see your girl again.

On the other side of the note was an address on the dark side of town, the side that the city had not-so-officially abandoned to the vampires. No human cops dared to patrol there at night, when the vampire gangs were at the height of their power.

We learned to stay inside. To hide when the moon came out. Cops won't even answer calls near that part of town. No one wants to be the next unlucky bastard bitten and lost to the dark.

I was the only stupid human out in the dark.

But they had me by the balls, and they knew it. Even if I went to the cops, they would just shake my head and tell me if she's in the blood-ghetto, she's on her own.

So I went alone. I drove right up to the address, an old Victorian house that had once looked grand. Now the windows were shattered here and there, most of the shutters replaced with thick wood sheets that wouldn't let any of that burning sunlight in. I left my keys on top of the driver's wheel, so Joyce would have a way home again. I left the note I'd written her under the emergency brake handle. My last words, every one of them meant for her.

And then, shoulders heavy with dread, hands clutching the pocketknife in my hoodie pocket, I walked up the steps to the front door. Someone had installed a brass knocker shaped like a bat to the front door.

I lifted it and knocked. The sound echoed through the vast house within.

For a long few moments, I stood there. Breath lodged in my throat. I kept looking up, certain that a vampire was going to pounce on me from some open window. I felt

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Book of Doom - “Living the Dream”

The Book of Doom

Living the Dream

Intro

Story of a time traveller trapped in a world where everything is backwards.

I’ve possibly never had an original thought. Everything is discovered. I’ve lived my life and been manipulated left right and centre.

I love everyone.

I think I’ve rarely been conscious. My friends say i day dream more than participate in thought.

I think I’ve mastered life though & people in power know & are following me.

My whole life is a lie.

The whole world is a stage.

From genocide, world war & Jesus.

I’ve lived life just letting life take me.

It feels real but none of it feels like my own.

I’m writing this in a mental hospital for my own sanity maybe this will help you if you have gone through an awakening

The population to resources is a shambles but with technology and everyone working together we could turn the world green :)

They’re going to implement change through a world war where we will have no choice but to work together.

I’ve pretty much lived life for my mother and father, followed them all my life. My next job could be at the Chatsworth house. Working for the Duke of Devonshire.

I was stressed working with my mum, she ran a catering business and my Gran has moved to Greece. Alls I did from 15-17 was play video games. Outdoors had got violent and territorial. Xbox multiplayer came out and the introverts stayed in.

I played a pc game called Visual Utopia. It was an mopg, 2D map with around 200 players. A turn based strategy game, like hunger games, chess, fort nite, RISK & C&C all in one. You landed with 50 soldiers in a unit & had to find a place to settle, find friends & create a kingdom to survive. I hated it and loved it at the same time.

At 17 I moved to Greece with intensions of staying or coming back after a summer like I did. I convinced Gay to come with me before hand, I went but he couldn’t because of his dad. He came over a month later though. Damon was on holiday there with lads from work, he’d already booked before the idea and said he’d stay when I came over. Damon stayed two months and Gay stayed 1 month. Gav came back and got a job in Livingstones. I came back five months later and my neighbour got me a job in Bar Centro working for Noah the next week. I said to my mum, give me a year I’ll be manager. I was supervisor trainee manager after six months, after a year, Noah offered me managers job and a shit salary so I turned it down. He took me on ho

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Quarter-life crisis at its finest.

I just quit my job in the middle of a pandemic. I couldn't do it anymore. I am dying on the inside, every single day, I have to force myself to work. I couldn't go on. I got my pay cut, and when I asked for and when I asked for a raise, I realised I am just an expendable asset. Nothing more. Just an expense. I turned the fucking company around. I was the reason the company had the best year ever. Quality increased drastically. All just because of me. And when I told my boss I had issues paying rent and expenses, I was told: "Well, it's the crisis." So I quit. And I am happier. 10x more anxious. Not sure what I am gonna do. Got interview coming up next week and I could use some support. My mental health is suffering due to quarantine and people dying around me. My friend's girlfriend got murdered a couple of days ago. Some guy killed her and jumped under the metro. My father is dying. My in-laws are dying. It feels like everyone is dying. And I wanna die. I have terrible nightmares, my best friend dying in my arms, I see my mothers dead body every day before I wake up. The only reason I didn't kill myself is that I am close to my "25 threshold".

I turned 24 this March, right when corona started hitting the world. I have never been a huge fan of birthday parties, but I'm sure I will make the 25th birthday count. It has always been my goal to make it to 25. Sound weird, right? Well, due to my dearest suicidal, making it to 25 is a considerable achievement. People always ask you, what's your life goal? What you wanna achieve? The HR is always like "…and what is your career and life goal? Where do you see yourself at the age of 30?…". They expect some middle-class shit like having a mortgage, potato in the crib and another one in the oven. Or hear about your most profound dreams and desires, how you want to be successful, have a career, be someone. For me, it has always been survival. Pure survival. The older I get, it turns into the hardest of goals for me, happiness. Pure happiness.

I made massive progress in the last couple of months. One year ago, in the summer of 2019, I was a broken man. Well, more a broken kid. I was nearly penniless, no job, my mental health and tinnitus at it's worst. I played poker full-time and barely made ends meet. I have always been a dreamer. When I feel the worst, I could daydream for days straight, my imagination makes me go through the extremes of what could be or could have been. One minute I am the rockstar on the

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The Cockatrice

The Loose Knot called the tavern patrons 'Knottys' and served burgers named afterwards, as well as nachos, whose cheeses went well with the huge variety of beers on tap.

Icey Ivan went into the Loose Knot and the place went quiet. He looked around for someone and saw lots of locals to the neighborhood.

"There is a huge bounty on this bird, anyone seen one like it? I will buy drinks for anyone who wants to talk." Icey Ivan said bluntly. He was holding a picture of a fabled creature, a cockatrice.

A chick in a transparent raincoat, who called herself Pet Peri and was well known to everyone there, suddenly came running in through the back, where many dogs were barking.

"I was nearly eaten by those dogs out there. Somebody should call the..." She stopped and realized she didn't want to suggest calling anyone. She was good. The prostitute went over and greeted Icey Ivan, her current favorite.

"Seen this thing? Maybe the dogcatcher has seen it?" Icey Ivan implored her.

"I guess I will call the dogcatcher then." Pet Peri declared.

"What is that?" Icey Ivan looked at the picture of the five-year-old little girl on the phone's wallpaper.

"Some guy's phone. Let me borrow it, said he would say he lost it and then later I could give it back. This way he can call me." Pet Peri winked.

"Cute kid." Icey Ivan agreed.

"Yeah, he said her named was like, Hester, or something like that." Pet Peri smirked weirdly.  She then used the phone to try to call a dogcatcher. She was calling the humane society. They were closed, but someone had picked up the phone, someone working late.

"How many dogs?" The guy asked. He sounded like he was asking a question that was like a kid asking: 'you mean I get to cut my own piece of birthday cake?' or something of that nature.

"Lots of them. Behind The Loose Knot. If you come soon, I will buy you a drink and I am really cute." Pet Peri was winking, even though the guy couldn't see it. She was sorta ditzy.

"Yeah okay, I don't drink though."

"That is fine. It is on me anyway, I hate those dogs, they tried to eat me alive."

"Got it." The guy said. Then a woman in the bar that Pet Peri hadn't noticed, but recognized, walked over. She was Pet Peri's stepmother, in-a-way. Maria was tall and looked down on the hitman that worked for her boyfriend, Fat Freddy. She was also looking down on the outcast drug addled daughter of her dead husband, Thin Vinny.

"Nice to see you Peri."

"Hello Maria." Icey Ivan said to her,

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Poker Face - The telling truth

Over the years there have been many studies on Non-verbal Communication vs’s Verbal Communication and for the most part results were all pretty much in the same ball park. It is said that anywhere between 50% and 60% of all communication is non-verbal, and around 70% of non-verbal communication is triggered unconsciously. Before I continue, I think I should clarify what non-verbal communication is; Non-verbal communication includes pitch, speed, tone and volume of voice, gestures and facial expressions, body posture, stance, proximity to the listener, eye movements and contact, dress and appearance.

By now I think you all know where I am heading with this and how it relates to poker play, can non-verbal communication help or hinder your success at the poker table? What are you unconsciously sharing with your opponents? What are your tells and what should you be looking out for? Here is a brief introduction to the art of reading the Tell;

There are 2 types of tells, the unconscious tell and the intentional tell. I’m quite astute at sniffing out a fake, generally they exaggerate in their actions and overplay the part, that is the first tell. Once you have accessed if someone is genuine or just playing the part, you already have the upper hand.

A first impression is formed within the first 3 seconds of meeting someone, but what can you tell about someone by how they look or carry themselves? What we wear says a lot about us, if you are well dressed and neatly put together one can assume that you are more conservative and less of a risk taker. If on the contrary you are more adventurous with your clothing and not as well put together one can assume that you are more of a risk taker and someone who is impulsive.

High Straight

Posture is a dead giveaway to how one is feeling and can quite easily give away the nature of your hand. When a player leans in closer to the table you can pretty much deduce that he feels he has a strong hand and on the contrary if a player shows little tension in his body and displays droopy shoulders it is likely that the player feels he has a weak hand.

Flushed

Nerves can quite often get the better of us, as the blood rushes to your head your body temperature rises, you get flushed and can even break a sweat. A few simple breathing exercises can help control a nervous reaction but nerves can also be a telling trait. When a player exhibits signs of nerves early in the game it generally means a weak hand. If a playe

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[OC] Poker

Random inspiration after about a week of HFY overdosing, feel free to rip it apart. I can't write my way outta a paper bag 99% of the timer

They loved poker.

Of all the things the galaxy had picked up from Earth, poker was their favorite. You could find at least five different games with in every ship, dock, or city block. Hell, a few planets used it as a form of governance now, can you believe that? I sure as shit didn't the first time I heard it. How did they decide that? Did they go with the bastard who could bluff, aka lie, the best? Or the bugger or could call bluffs easily?

I hate poker. I can't bluff. I don't know what a blind is, but I wasn't playing that night because I know what I'm doing.

“Let the Wookie win.” was my place.

See, while the rest of known galaxy loves poker, they don't precisely like the creators of it. Most alien bastards will pretend their translators have a sudden malfunction if a human tries to join a game. They've got horror stories a plenty about us, and truth be told few them are without justification, but you would think they be just a wee bit more grateful for us pulling their galactic asses out of the fire.

Ten damn years we bled for these cockroaches after they drop in on us, out nowhere without even a howdy do, blathering about some big bad called the Consortium. Practically gibbering in fear, “Oh save us carnivorous stupid bi-pedals!”

That's an actual quote right there, blasted across the globe live on CNN, and it set the tone for everything else from then on. They were generous in both tech and derision. Thankfully, greed was stronger than ego in our Powers-That-Be, so we sucked up our egos and their tech and we did what we did best: war.

That's where all the horror stories came from and still come from. As far as the rest of the galaxy is concerned we're blood thirsty baby killers...and its true. Its hard to to have a lot of maternal, or paternal, feelings towards a leathery diarrhea-brown colored egg. Especially when they make such a satisfying squish-crack sound when you mash it.

So, that's why I was there with plas-paper cards in my hand. Jonas, the snakes faced male Losian who nominally captained the Queens Bane, loved dragging me along to dock games to scare the locals. The first reason was obviously cause I'm on those former baby killers, the second reason is because I could speak enough Common that these buggers cant pretend their translators don't work. Their third is because I'm small.

Really

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The Great Game

The so-called, "Great Game" was a centuries-long strategic confrontation between the British Empire and Russian Empire for control of Central Asia. Through a series of proxy wars, foreign aid, direct intervention, soft-power and gunboat diplomacy in equal measure, the British sought to protect their influence in Asia. Thus began the first grand geopolitical confrontation between modern states, where we trace the history of Humanity's diplomatic and geostrategic thinking to...

- Foreign Services Core of Humanity: Introduction Foreword

Emily leaned over the damp bar, brushing a lock of dark hair behind her ear and spoke to the 7 armed Moawud bartender.

Practicing a voice of authority she learned at the Academy, she said,

“I’m looking for a Captain Malerton.”

With the single-arm that wasn’t either pouring a drink or polishing a glass, he gestured to a large, round card game table that was surrounded by an elevated viewing platform. As Emily approached the viewing area, she saw her new Commanding Officer boisterously laughing with the others at the table. He was peculiarly short at 5’6, but beamed with a confidence that immediately caught her as distinctive. It had neither the swagger of a bully, nor the arrogance of a patrician. Instead, it possessed an impatient quality, as if it already knew the outcome of the match and wanted to fast forward through the boring parts.

She was able to overhear some of the conversation that floated out of the arena. Bits of banter and occasional inquiries about family members. A blue scoreboard on the ceiling flashed the words, “OVERTIME” repeatedly.

Emily was about to hop down and call out to her new boss, but caught herself. Now didn’t seem like a good time to interrupt, and heck, she might learn something about him. She saw him sweep up most of the chips in the centre of the table before he was stopped by a Bh’hara, who firmly gripped Max’s arm with his three scaly fingers. The room went silent, and she saw several players slowly reach for their weapons. She tensed as her left hand crept towards her sidearm.

Max whispered something, which elicited a cautious reply from the Bh’hara. Emily was too far away to hear what they were saying, but after a tense few seconds of dialogue, the alien chuckled, then laughed uproariously and gestured for Max to take the rest of the chips. He did exactly that, and glancing up, saw Emily. Her heart skipped a beat at the depth of his gaze.

He motioned for a Teller to grab the res

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feelings of being stuck

hey. im posting this here because idk what else to do, and thought that someone out there could possibly help, or that my story could help someone avoid mistakes i've made

i started playing poker professionally in mid 2017, and for a while it was pretty great. i started out grinding live 1-2 at a local casino while living at home, quickly spun up a roll, and eventually moved to one of the bigger 2-5 NL hubs in the u.s.

my first month there was arguably the worst month of my life. my girlfriend of 4 years had just broken up with me, and that coincided with my biggest career downswing (almost 10k, probably had 55k at start of downswing). dealing with all of these external stressors was not easy for me. I have a history of depression, and all of these things lining up together threw me into one of the deepest holes i've been. there were days (prob less than 5) i spent 20+ hours in bed; only getting up to smoke some weed or find some shit food to eat.

i took some steps to pull myself out of this zone. hired a therapist, regular exercise, attempting to eat healthier, self-help books, etc. all of this, and some run-good on the poker tables, had me back to a fully-functional (and arguably stronger) 2-5 grinder.

i basically god-moded for the next 6 months or so. I prob made 45k with one or two 5-8k downswings thrown in along the way. I'd begun playing 1-2 on ignition (initially for practice/ studying, but then continued bc games were good my hourly there was comparable to my hourly grinding live 2-5) and consequently got my hands on some bitcoin. i was already somewhat familiar with what it was and was generally bullish (still am) so figured i'd hold on to a couple of the fuckers since the roll was so healthy and it seemed like a decent mid-long term investment. well, what fucking timing this turned out to be, as price soared from 4k to rougly 8k by end of may. it was around this time that i think my success began to go to my head a bit. i mean, not that i had done anything particularly grand, but i def had a somewhat constant euphoric buzz going on basically around the clock. I was 25, had over 100k nw, had investments that seemingly were going to be worth millions in the not-so distant future (/s), and worked my dream job in which i was able to get away with whatever the fuck i wanted. "Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta," was like my life theme song, playing wherever i went. is this kind of phenomenon experienced by other pros when upswinging?

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[lets build] d100 strange courtesans for 50gp a night

inspired by this comment...

1. ⁠Shy Marry (Female Half-Elf): A young shy girl, barely out of her teens. She seems nervous and inexperienced, and constantly embarrassed, but will not stop the “experience”. Those who choose to simply snuggle with her gain an inspiration.

2. ⁠Aracnophobia (Male Drow) When the customer is not watching, spiders will slowly begin to enter the room. After their attention is sufficiently distracted, a male drow will appear from nowhere and begin to service the customer. Customers gain an immunity to fear for 24 hours.

3. ⁠Midnight (Black Male Dragonborn) A pitch-black dragonborn enters the room, a body like Adonis and built like obsidian; he is tailored with a gold neckless and gold wrist bands. The shadows move around his body, and slowly, the lights go out and he engages with the customer. For the next 24 hours, shadows will stick close to the customer, giving them advantage on stealth checks.

4. ⁠Margrett (Female Orge): A large, fat woman enters the room. She’s large enough that she must squeeze through the door frame. She’s a powerhouse, with notably large teeth and a slight lisp.

5. ⁠The Musician (Male Elf) A well-dressed bard enters the room, he does not undress, he does not address the customer. He simply takes out his violin case and starts to play a song. As he plays, the Customer’s body begins to throw in ecstasy, the song enveloping them. The customer gains the one-time use of a bardic inspiration die (1d6).

6. ⁠Mirror-Mirror (Doppleganger): As the customer is looking around, they realize a large mirror which wasn’t there before. The mirror stands as tall as the customer, and when gazed in, a duplicate of themselves appears from the mirror and begins to seduce them.

7. ⁠Story-Time (Female Hag): A little old lady enters the room, taking a seat near the customer’s bed. She pulls out a small pair of spectacles, and a large book. The book transports the reader into a rather erotic story, narrated by the older lady. The story emboldens the customer, giving them advantage on intimidation checks for 24 hours.

8. ⁠Lost-Breath (Female Mermaid): The room quickly fills with water. As the Customer panics, and begins to drown, a mermaid appears and begins breathing air into their lungs. The mermaid is dressed in gold and silver, with strands of sea weed stuck i

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Stars 10NL Hand Analysis - What to do as hero?

PokerStars: Hold'em No Limit (\$0.05/\$0.10 USD)

Table 'Klio' 6-max Seat #4 is the button

Seat 1: Villain (\$17.03 in chips)

Seat 2: Player 2 (\$7.30 in chips)

Seat 3: Player 3 (\$14.47 in chips)

Seat 4: Player 4 (\$9.59 in chips)

Seat 6: Hero (\$12.80 in chips)

Hero: posts small blind \$0.05

Villain: posts big blind \$0.10

*** HOLE CARDS ***

Dealt to Hero [9h 9s]

Player 2: folds

Player 3: folds

Player 4: folds

Hero: raises \$0.24 to \$0.34

Villain: calls \$0.24

*** FLOP *** [6c Ad 3h]

Hero: checks

Villain: bets \$0.33

Hero: calls \$0.33

Have to call bet here, could have a number of bluffs along with the ace.

*** TURN *** [6c Ad 3h] [6h]

Hero: checks

Villain: bets \$0.64

Hero: calls \$0.64

I think this is my most difficult decision in the hand. Villain is repping either an ace or better, but I also feel like he can have a number of bluffs like 54hh. I feel like I'm always in a difficult situation facing a second barrel with second pair.

*** RIVER *** [6c Ad 3h 6h] [Tc]

Hero: checks

Villain: bets \$2.49

Hero: calls \$2.49

When Villain leads into me for a third time I feel like he's only repping pocket 3s and potentially A6 (always those A6s man, for those who read my last post). In my mind if he had any other ace he'd have 3bet pre or slowed down, and I don't see a reasonable line for him to come to this situation with trip sixes. That being said, I feel like there are certainly a number of bluffs he could be representing with the turned heart and potentially 45s.

*** SHOW DOWN ***

Villain: shows [5s 6d] (three of a kind, Sixes)

Hero: mucks hand

Villain collected \$7.22 from pot

Conclusion: Obviously, I don't think I would ever put him on 56o, but I think there are still a number of decision points I could've played differently. It's worth noting that this particular Villain did seem very spewy, and often took any check to mean a sign of weakness (for example, I bet preflop and check on the flop, that would be taken that I missed the flop). I definitely slowed down and played more trappy when HU against this opponent, but I can't deny there was this feeling that I didn't want to be thought of as "being run over." I'm thinking on what hands I would call this triple barrel down with in the future in similar situations, and I'm thinking anything equal or better to top pair without the ace of hearts. Any feedback

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It's not our fault - tales of the guild team that really should have stayed at home - part 3

I know I'm slamming these up in pretty quick succession. I personally think the last part ends at a weird juncture, so I include this one so that people don't have to wait.

For simplicity:

Part 1 is here: Part 1 Link

Part 2 is here: Part 2 Link

So in order to give some context to the second heist at the library, I should probably recount the first heist in a little more detail. So as part of the groups initial plan to break into the club and recover more information sneakily, they wanted the building plans to make the most sensible run on the main offices for the building. Like I said before, I’m fairly open to all ideas as a DM, and I don’t want to hold back creativity if I can help it. So I thought about it and I reasoned as a DM that building plans would be a matter of public record in similar ways to they are now - i.e. that most buildings will have plans on public record that can be accessed by people with permission or clearance to do so.

Our particular group didn’t have permission and applying for it may have set off alarm bells if they went looking for building plans for the local mob bosses HQ. While the guy has never been caught doing anything overtly shady, it’s kind of known that he is a local kingpin type. And in fact this is why Draspher and co are so interesting to him - they aren’t local players and so aren’t on anyone’s radar when people go looking into how the local butchers shop suddenly caught fire and Arnold (remember Arnold our friendly neighborhood arsonist) was “certainly nowhere near by. He was sitting in my club having a drink and keeping out of trouble.”

So anyway, Yurion and Sim do some prelim investigation work and discover that this week there is a cross discipline magical conference taking place in the library. Magical researchers of both divine and arcane, as well as some of the naturally magical residents like the fey, are meeting to discuss different aspects of magic and promoting ‘cooperation and good natured competition’.

As a lore oracle Yurion has previously attended meetings like these, and described them as,

“Unusually boring affairs until the inevitable arguments kick in about differences in discipline. Usually arguments about who’s magic is better, which tends to end one of two ways. Either magic dueling,

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200NL Hand Review

Have a hand that I played during a 200NL session at Twin River the other night. Not sure if I took the GTO line and need some help.

Hero is a TAG 18 year old. My mom gave me the \$300 she owes me for doing chores around the house, so I'm finally rolled for 1/2 after going busto last week (fucking variance). I've been grinding the micros for awhile, so I'm super excited to hop in there and mix it up in the 200NL streets. Since I'm used to 8-tabling 2NL online, live poker feels extremely slow to me. Open up the PPPoker app on my phone to pass the time.

Side note: every professional poker player I try to talk to ignores me, so I haven't been able to get into any of the private real money PPPoker clubs. They must be scared of me. Anyways, I'm at the table grinding away in a nosebleed play money game.

I get put in a really tough spot on my play money table, so don't notice that action has folded to me in the big blind irl. Eventually someone yells at me to "put away my fucking phone and play". Look up and realize I wasn't paying attention. Haven't looked at my cards yet but don't want to seem like a fish so tank for 45 seconds and toss in a call.

Finally look at my hand and see 4d4s. Flop comes down As7c2h. Hero checks. Villain, who appears to be an 80 year old man and has not played a single hand in the entire 3 hours I've been there, bets pot. This is a real headscratcher for me, because according to the high stakes online hands I've seen, the GTO play is to minbet your entire range on literally every flop. Villain's line doesn't make any sense, so I call and we see a turn.

Turn is the Qh. I check and Villain once again makes a large bet. At this point, I remember a Doug Polk YouTube video I watched while multi-tabling after school. I don't want to be exploited by this 80 year old man, so I quickly calculate the minimum defense frequency in my head (pot size over bet size or something like that). The math tells me my MDF is roughly 120%, so I call since I need to be defending more than my entire range in this spot.

River is the 9c. I check and Villain pots it again. At this point, I'm in a really tough spot, so I pull my laptop out of my backpack and open up my trusty solver. I enter in some ranges for Villain and myself, and then give each player 5 bet sizes on every street in order to make sure my sim is as accurate as possible. Hit run and start waiting.

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First time trip to my local casino (Storytime with 3 hands included)

Yesterday, March 7th, I went with my roommates' boyfriend to our local casino. I guess he wanted someone to go with him to pull him off the baccarat table after a certain amount of time (he told me he gets stuck there sometimes). Little did he know, I was going to be the worst person for that type of job because I was going to go find the poker room. We left at around 8 to arrive at the casino around 8:40, we set to leave at around 2 hours in.

First things first, we needed to stop at the bank across the street to withdraw from the atm. First, atm doesn't wanna spit out any money, it looks like we're running poorly already. Luckily there's a second one and after about 20 minutes we pull out some cash.

I tell him to pull out 300\$ for me, because I know that's the max at the 1/2\$ tables inside. We go across the street to the fabled Hollywood Casino Columbus. I recently turned 21 two months ago so I have my ID in hand and ready. While giving my ID to the door guy I asked him if I looked 15 and he laughed and said yeah.

After we're in, roommates boyfriend shows me where he'll be at, and then points me in the direction of the cashier as well as the poker room. I notice the place is super packed, probably typical of a Saturday night. I walk up to the cashier line having no idea what I'm doing, I sit in line for about 5 minutes and noticed nobody was getting any chips from these people, so I figured I was in the wrong line and awkwardly stepped out... I walk into the poker room looking even more lost and a desk lady puts on her customer service voice and says "hi sweetie what are you looking for". I tell her I'd like to get seated at a 1/2 game and she asks me for my players-card. Having absolutely no idea what she's talking about (yanno, first time here) I ask her what a players-card was and then she explains I have to go to the cashier's line to get one. (in the back of my head like, shit I was just in that line). So I walk back over to the line, sit in for another 10 minutes and then sign up for a players card. The cashiers were telling me about some type of first-time benefits and it felt like they were trying to sell me stuff so I started ignoring them. They gave me pamphlets with all the same information anyway.

After finally getting my players-card I'm now ready to play, but I decide to be a good person and go check on my buddy at the baccarat table before I actually go and get seated. He was down about \$400 already after like a half-hour, the guy de

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Review: The Bullet Trilogy of DVDs (John Bannon)

An overview of John Bannon's fantastic "Bullet" trilogy of videos

Background

John Bannon is my hero.  Well, maybe not quite, but he's certainly a brilliant magician, with a remarkable capacity for a clever psychological approach to his card magic.   And I do enjoy Bannon's card magic immensely!  The nice thing about having Bannon as your teacher, is that you're not going to be challenged to become a move monkey, needing to do difficult knuckle-busting sleights that take years to master.  Instead he has a more subtle approach, and while he's not afraid to use some sleight of hand, it is usually done in a modest way.  He especially relies of psychology and clever construction for effective card magic.

Despite a somewhat minimalist approach, Bannon has proven himself as having the capacity to create very powerful magic.  He might not have a careeer as a professional magician, but you doesn't need that in order to make an impact, as the important contributions to card magic by big name amateurs like Alex Elmsley already prove.  In today's magic industry, Bannon has certainly made a name for himself courtesy of his high class creations, which he's shared both via his books and via the DVDs he's put out with Big Blind Media.  In this article I'll be giving an overview and review of three of those DVDs, which together comprise Bannon's "Bullet" trilogy of videos: Bullets After Dark (2009), Bullet Party (2011), and the most recent release, Fire When Ready (2019).

Big Blind Media (BBM) is of course the company that keeps producing videos of the highest standard, such as the excellent Ultimate Self Working Card Tricks series, and they are highly regarded for their superb production values, sound, visuals, and camera work.  Bannon had produced some videos himself (Impossibilia and Smoke & Mirrors) before joining forces with BBM, but it was only when he began partnering with them that the production quality of his videos went through the roof.  In 2009 Big Blind Media achieved what they considered "the ultimate coup", when John Bannon agreed to let them produce his next full length video - his f

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WSOP 2018 Trip Report: A RegRec's Take

I came to play a few MTTs and mostly cash with some fellow reg-recs a few weeks ago. I work full-time but play for fun.

\$565 Colossus

I spun up 5k starting stack on day 1 to 130k on my first bullet, not too many interesting hands. I played vs a pretty sick Israeli pro whose name I can’t remember, but he wore a bright pink bunny rabbit hat and made the game really fun. One semi-interesting vs him and another villain:

Villain opens CO, BU reg calls, I defend BB with KJss off ~30bb, both villains cover.

Flop J83hh, x/x/x

Turn 3o, I bet 65&#37; pot, villain calls, one fold

River 7o, SPR is roughly 1.5-2 but I elect to bet 60&#37; pot and villain thinks for 30 seconds and calls

Sicko villain then needles me for not jamming, which actually got in my head a bit because I think there’s a decent argument for the BB jamming. We have a more uncapped range in addition to tons of missed draws we might want to bluff with. The CO can’t really check flop and just call turn multiway with a hand better than KJ unless it’s a low frequency sort of deal, so might as well rip it surely vs a good player who will bluff-catch? We also have way more 3x than either player. For value, we have 88/33/J8s/T9s/T9o/A3s/34s, and for the most part, neither villains can have ANY of these hands. Sure, maybe the PFR villain has JJ occasionally, but that’s super rare combinatorically even if he takes that line 100&#37; of the time.Other than that hand, the only other interesting thing that happened was when I turned around and found myself 10 feet from Phil Ivey at the colossus table behind me. I nearly shit myself.

Anyway, I lasted about 40 minutes into day 2. IIRC I had a really close spot that may have been a fold in which UTG or MP opened, David Bach 3bet and I cold 4bet jammed JJ for 22bb. I ended up losing to AK and AQ in a pretty healthy-sized 380k pot. The flop came AQJ and I stood up nervously like a giant whale and unfortunately didn’t sit back down as the turn peeled off a ten. I think if you plug in the hands and stacks into an ICM calculator with a tighter 3bet range due to him being a little nittier, JJ is probably a fold and we’re supposed to go with QQ+. So it goes. I talked to /u/protential about the spot the next day without mentioning my hand and his first comment was “I think I fold JJ there” lol. We busted ~480th for \$2300 or so.

Aria “1/2” PLO

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[Table] IAmA pro poker player with over \$3 Million in online winnings, been in Time Magazine and on Good Morning America for Poker

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Date: 2012-04-18

You're about to die. There is an amateur poker player sitting right next to you. You decide that your final words will encompass the most important thing you have learned throughout your years of pro poker. WHAT ARE YOUR FINAL WORDS??? Tldr: gimme some good poker tips. 1st off, your screenname is priceless...This one's an easy one for me though. Never let your ego get in the way of continuing to try and learn as much as you can about the game. Too many players hit a point where they start to win and then refuse to admit they can always learn more. I call this the game over point lol.
Can you loan me a few hundred bucks? my tv just shit the bed. You take Full Tilt transfers?
Does that eventually translate to real cash lol, Haha we can only pray.
I wish this wasn't a joke. A friend of mine won an FTOPS event a few days before they were raided and hadn't withdrawn in months. Sigh, yea I know...I just try and use humor not to punch holes in walls.
Can I ask how much did you lose when FT went tits up? I didn't get killed very badly, I was taking some time off poker so had a good chunk of my online roll off the sites. I was saying in an earlier post I was with a buddy who had about 200k online at the time when we found out the shit hit the fan. Never thought I'd see someone get that emotional, but clearly understandable. :/
Are you the Jason Lee that recently got signed to Lock Poker? I would be that same Jason Lee.

[I assume that you would recommend this site to US players as opposed to bovada and the like? As this a merg

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Inside Underground NY Poker #6

Previous: Inside Underground NY Poker #5

Spades — 1.5Do you know what it feels like to be the last man standing in a live tournament?

Sure, scooping a 600 big blind pot in a cash game will probably give you an adrenaline rush, but the experience isn’t quite the same as outlasting an entire field of players.

I wanted to experience that feeling for myself.

The reentry period in the \$75 tournament at Spades had come to a close, and players were beginning to bust. Two tables had now broken, and we were approaching the second break.

Vinny had announced the payout structure a short while ago — 65 players, 22 reentries. The top seven players would get paid, with \$2175 up top for first.

I had a healthy stack at this point, but, I needed to reassess my game plan and adopt a new strategy — tight, ABC poker wasn’t going to help me at this point. The blinds and antes were getting expensive, and I needed to start chipping-up if I wanted to make it into the money.

The tournament goes on its second break, and the green chips need to be colored up and raced off.

At this point in time, I had never seen a chip race before. In fact, I didn’t even know what a chip race was, because they don’t occur in online poker. When I had colored up tournament chips in games that I had hosted at my house, I simply rounded up any leftover chips to the next denomination. I wasn’t aware that there was a fair and accountable way to do it.

In case you don’t know, a chip race is a method of removing unneeded chip denominations from play. If a player doesn’t have enough chips (of the unneeded denomination) to equal the value of the next denomination, the remaining leftover chips are raced off.

During the break, I stayed at my table to watch and learn how to do a chip race. The dealer races off the greens, and I look through the plexiglass window into the main room — two cash games were going, and Andy was playing in one of them. There were only a few more minutes left on the break, so I decided to just stay in my seat and wait for play to resume.

With 15 seconds remaining on the break, the dealer begins to scramble the cards. He gives the deck a shuffle, deals out the cards, and the action begins.

I still had a tight image at the table. I hadn’t made any big bluffs, and was never at risk at any point since the reentry period had closed. This was about to change — it was time to switch gears.

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Inside Underground NY Poker #13

Previous: Inside Underground NY Poker #12

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Thank you for all of your support.

Bell Boulevard — 1.1

The summer of 2007 was coming to a close, and I would soon be starting my senior year of high school. I was all set to attend St. John’s University in Queens, on a scholarship to major in computer science, and I had just recently experienced my first police raid. You could definitely say I ran good that night, being that I walked away from the situation as clean as a whistle. Timing was definitely on my side.

Despite the reality check that was dished out to me, I decided to continue dealing at Spades, although, moving forward, I made sure to keep a part-time job at my local Trader Joe’s — a higher end, niche grocery store. In hindsight, I’m glad I did, because I was certainly losing my perspective on what it meant to work for an honest wage.

The summer of ’07 ended, I started school again, and I would occasionally pick up shifts dealing cash on the weekends. It wasn’t often, but it was enough to slowly build up my experience dealing live action games. By the time I graduated high school in 2008, I felt confident enough to start seeking out other games where I could deal. I knew that I wanted to continue dealing and playing throughout college, it was just a matter of “where”.

Over the course of the beginning and middle of 2008, I drove into Queens to meet up with Andy to play some cards, more than a few times. He knew that I would soon be going to college no more than 20 minutes away from him, and I inevitably asked him to seriously help me get another dealing job.

I didn’t have to persuade him much at all — Andy knew that I had kept my job at Spades and that I had been dealing cash there for a while now, although irregularly, yet consistently. I explained to him that I wanted to deal and play in Queens for income, as opposed to getting a standard job that the typical college kid would have. I reasoned that I could make substantially more in a few nights of dealing than I could at any other job, in addition to the fact that it would require much less of my time.

Just before the end of the summer of 2008, my time at Spades would be coming to an end. Vinny and Gary kne

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PREMIERE: A Weird Car Followed Me On The Way To The Poker Game

Okay, so I had an addiction. Ever since daddy first got me into Texas Hold ‘Em, I loved poker. The thrill of winning an all in or making a sick bluff pulled me in… As did the sheer euphoria any winning session brought me. Above all, Lily Capra just loved the game.

I admit I didn’t win every time. No one does. Poker requires a unique skill set, especially to offset the variance. Those horrific battles with Lady Luck.

But daddy taught me well. From childhood to my twenties, dad did his best to preach pot odds, position, and making high percentage plays. And for the most part, his lectures paid off.

I started off a young cocky punk. But like a focused coach, dad got through to me. Soon enough, I started winning. We started winning.

I hit eighteen and that was when dad started taking me to the Florida card rooms. The house games. All the spots where the action was. He helped me improve my game. Helped kindle my passion.

Now here I was thirty-five and settled down in Albany, Georgia. I was still a pretty young woman. A pretty young mother, that is. My short brown hair matched my dark eyes… Eyes that were considered striking until sunglasses disguised them on the felt. And with an athletic frame, you’d never guess I had three kids.

Sadly, my dad passed a few years back. But his poker legacy lived on in me. In Lucky Lily. The only problem now was finding the time to make that forty minute drive to our local card room on River Road… Not an easy task with the kids.

I’d still go out when I could. My husband Harold knew I wasn’t shopping or out clubbing with the “the girls.” He knew I was playing some fucking cards. And given the money I won, Harold didn’t mind one bit.

Tonight was no different. The exciting urge hit me early in the evening. Harold was watching a ball game with the kids… So I had cover for what would be this week’s journey down River Road. I kissed the fam goodbye and then I took off for my addiction.

Cold November rain ambushed me. My body shivered not from an obvious tell but from the forty degree weather. In my Toyota, the routine route took me down long country roads. Lonely roads by day that were isolated by night.

Just thinking of poker further fueled my buzz. My excitement. I already heard a new player was gonna be there tonight… then again, rainy nights like this usually brought out the easy money. Fresh fish ready to get hooked by us poker regs. Especially at the place I went to. You throw in a pretty girl like me, and I was g

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A Weird Car Followed Me On The Way To The Poker Room

Okay, so I had an addiction. Ever since daddy first got me into Texas Hold ‘Em, I loved poker. The thrill of winning an all in or making a sick bluff pulled me in… As did the sheer euphoria any winning session brought me. Above all, Lily Capra just loved the game.

I admit I didn’t win every time. No one does. Poker requires a unique skill set, especially to offset the variance. Those horrific battles with Lady Luck.

But daddy taught me well. From childhood to my twenties, dad did his best to preach pot odds, position, and making high percentage plays. And for the most part, his lectures paid off.

I started off a young cocky punk. But like a focused coach, dad got through to me. Soon enough, I started winning. We started winning.

I hit eighteen and that was when dad started taking me to the Florida card rooms. The house games. All the spots where the action was. He helped me improve my game. Helped kindle my passion.

Now here I was thirty-five and settled down in Albany, Georgia. I was still a pretty young woman. A pretty young mother, that is. My short brown hair matched my dark eyes… Eyes that were considered striking until sunglasses disguised them on the felt. And with an athletic frame, you’d never guess I had three kids.

Sadly, my dad passed a few years back. But his poker legacy lived on in me. In Lucky Lily. The only problem now was finding the time to make that forty minute drive to our local card room on River Road… Not an easy task with the kids.

I’d still go out when I could. My husband Harold knew I wasn’t shopping or out clubbing with the “the girls.” He knew I was playing some fucking cards. And given the money I won, Harold didn’t mind one bit.

Tonight was no different. The exciting urge hit me early in the evening. Harold was watching a ball game with the kids… So I had cover for what would be this week’s journey down River Road. I kissed the fam goodbye and then I took off for my addiction.

Cold November rain ambushed me. My body shivered not from an obvious tell but from the forty degree weather. In my Toyota, the routine route took me down long country roads. Lonely roads by day that were isolated by night.

Just thinking of poker further fueled my buzz. My excitement. I already heard a new player was gonna be there tonight… then again, rainy nights like this usually brought out the easy money. Fresh fish ready to get hooked by us poker regs. Especially at the place I went to. You throw in a pretty girl like me, and I was g

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A Weird Car Followed Me On The Way To The Poker Room

Okay, so I had an addiction. Ever since daddy first got me into Texas Hold ‘Em, I loved poker. The thrill of winning an all in or making a sick bluff pulled me in… As did the sheer euphoria any winning session brought me. Above all, Lily Capra just loved the game.

I admit I didn’t win every time. No one does. Poker requires a unique skill set, especially to offset the variance. Those horrific battles with Lady Luck.

But daddy taught me well. From childhood to my twenties, dad did his best to preach pot odds, position, and making high percentage plays. And for the most part, his lectures paid off.

I started off a young cocky punk. But like a focused coach, dad got through to me. Soon enough, I started winning. We started winning.

I hit eighteen and that was when dad started taking me to the Florida card rooms. The house games. All the spots where the action was. He helped me improve my game. Helped kindle my passion.

Now here I was thirty-five and settled down in Albany, Georgia. I was still a pretty young woman. A pretty young mother, that is. My short brown hair matched my dark eyes… Eyes that were considered striking until sunglasses disguised them on the felt. And with an athletic frame, you’d never guess I had three kids.

Sadly, my dad passed a few years back. But his poker legacy lived on in me. In Lucky Lily. The only problem now was finding the time to make that forty minute drive to our local card room on River Road… Not an easy task with the kids.

I’d still go out when I could. My husband Harold knew I wasn’t shopping or out clubbing with the “the girls.” He knew I was playing some fucking cards. And given the money I won, Harold didn’t mind one bit.

Tonight was no different. The exciting urge hit me early in the evening. Harold was watching a ball game with the kids… So I had cover for what would be this week’s journey down River Road. I kissed the fam goodbye and then I took off for my addiction.

Cold November rain ambushed me. My body shivered not from an obvious tell but from the forty degree weather. In my Toyota, the routine route took me down long country roads. Lonely roads by day that were isolated by night.

Just thinking of poker further fueled my buzz. My excitement. I already heard a new player was gonna be there tonight… then again, rainy nights like this usually brought out the easy money. Fresh fish ready to get hooked by us poker regs. Especially at the place I went to. You throw in a pretty girl like me, and I was g

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Prowling For Poker

Okay, so I had an addiction. Ever since daddy first got me into Texas Hold ‘Em, I loved poker. The thrill of winning an all in or making a sick bluff pulled me in… As did the sheer euphoria any winning session brought me. Above all, Lily Capra just loved the game.

I admit I didn’t win every time. No one does. Poker requires a unique skill set, especially to offset the variance. Those horrific battles with Lady Luck.

But daddy taught me well. From childhood to my twenties, dad did his best to preach pot odds, position, and making high percentage plays. And for the most part, his lectures paid off.

I started off a young cocky punk. But like a focused coach, dad got through to me. Soon enough, I started winning. We started winning.

I hit eighteen and that was when dad started taking me to the Florida card rooms. The house games. All the spots where the action was. He helped me improve my game. Helped kindle my passion.

Now here I was thirty-five and settled down in Albany, Georgia. I was still a pretty young woman. A pretty young mother, that is. My short brown hair matched my dark eyes… Eyes that were considered striking until sunglasses disguised them on the felt. And with an athletic frame, you’d never guess I had three kids.

Sadly, my dad passed a few years back. But his poker legacy lived on in me. In Lucky Lily. The only problem now was finding the time to make that forty minute drive to our local card room on River Road… Not an easy task with the kids.

I’d still go out when I could. My husband Harold knew I wasn’t shopping or out clubbing with the “the girls.” He knew I was playing some fucking cards. And given the money I won, Harold didn’t mind one bit.

Tonight was no different. The exciting urge hit me early in the evening. Harold was watching a ball game with the kids… So I had cover for what would be this week’s journey down River Road. I kissed the fam goodbye and then I took off for my addiction.

Cold November rain ambushed me. My body shivered not from an obvious tell but from the forty degree weather. In my Toyota, the routine route took me down long country roads. Lonely roads by day that were isolated by night.

Just thinking of poker further fueled my buzz. My excitement. I already heard a new player was gonna be there tonight… then again, rainy nights like this usually brought out the easy money. Fresh fish ready to get hooked by us poker regs. Especially at the place I went to. You throw in a pretty girl like me, and I was g

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A Weird Car Followed Me On The Way To The Poker Room

Okay, so I had an addiction. Ever since daddy first got me into Texas Hold ‘Em, I loved poker. The thrill of winning an all in or making a sick bluff pulled me in… As did the sheer euphoria any winning session brought me. Above all, Lily Capra just loved the game.

I admit I didn’t win every time. No one does. Poker requires a unique skill set, especially to offset the variance. Those horrific battles with Lady Luck.

But daddy taught me well. From childhood to my twenties, dad did his best to preach pot odds, position, and making high percentage plays. And for the most part, his lectures paid off.

I started off a young cocky punk. But like a focused coach, dad got through to me. Soon enough, I started winning. We started winning.

I hit eighteen and that was when dad started taking me to the Florida card rooms. The house games. All the spots where the action was. He helped me improve my game. Helped kindle my passion.

Now here I was thirty-five and settled down in Albany, Georgia. I was still a pretty young woman. A pretty young mother, that is. My short brown hair matched my dark eyes… Eyes that were considered striking until sunglasses disguised them on the felt. And with an athletic frame, you’d never guess I had three kids.

Sadly, my dad passed a few years back. But his poker legacy lived on in me. In Lucky Lily. The only problem now was finding the time to make that forty minute drive to our local card room on River Road… Not an easy task with the kids.

I’d still go out when I could. My husband Harold knew I wasn’t shopping or out clubbing with the “the girls.” He knew I was playing some fucking cards. And given the money I won, Harold didn’t mind one bit.

Tonight was no different. The exciting urge hit me early in the evening. Harold was watching a ball game with the kids… So I had cover for what would be this week’s journey down River Road. I kissed the fam goodbye and then I took off for my addiction.

Cold November rain ambushed me. My body shivered not from an obvious tell but from the forty degree weather. In my Toyota, the routine route took me down long country roads. Lonely roads by day that were isolated by night.

Just thinking of poker further fueled my buzz. My excitement. I already heard a new player was gonna be there tonight… then again, rainy nights like this usually brought out the easy money. Fresh fish ready to get hooked by us poker regs. Especially at the place I went to. You throw in a pretty girl like me, and I was g

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A Weird Car Followed Me On The Way To The Poker Room

Okay, so I had an addiction. Ever since daddy first got me into Texas Hold ‘Em, I loved poker. The thrill of winning an all in or making a sick bluff pulled me in… As did the sheer euphoria any winning session brought me. Above all, Lily Capra just loved the game.

I admit I didn’t win every time. No one does. Poker requires a unique skill set, especially to offset the variance. Those horrific battles with Lady Luck.

But daddy taught me well. From childhood to my twenties, dad did his best to preach pot odds, position, and making high percentage plays. And for the most part, his lectures paid off.

I started off a young cocky punk. But like a focused coach, dad got through to me. Soon enough, I started winning. We started winning.

I hit eighteen and that was when dad started taking me to the Florida card rooms. The house games. All the spots where the action was. He helped me improve my game. Helped kindle my passion.

Now here I was thirty-five and settled down in Albany, Georgia. I was still a pretty young woman. A pretty young mother, that is. My short brown hair matched my dark eyes… Eyes that were considered striking until sunglasses disguised them on the felt. And with an athletic frame, you’d never guess I had three kids.

Sadly, my dad passed a few years back. But his poker legacy lived on in me. In Lucky Lily. The only problem now was finding the time to make that forty minute drive to our local card room on River Road… Not an easy task with the kids.

I’d still go out when I could. My husband Harold knew I wasn’t shopping or out clubbing with the “the girls.” He knew I was playing some fucking cards. And given the money I won, Harold didn’t mind one bit.

Tonight was no different. The exciting urge hit me early in the evening. Harold was watching a ball game with the kids… So I had cover for what would be this week’s journey down River Road. I kissed the fam goodbye and then I took off for my addiction.

Cold November rain ambushed me. My body shivered not from an obvious tell but from the forty degree weather. In my Toyota, the routine route took me down long country roads. Lonely roads by day that were isolated by night.

Just thinking of poker further fueled my buzz. My excitement. I already heard a new player was gonna be there tonight… then again, rainy nights like this usually brought out the easy money. Fresh fish ready to get hooked by us poker regs. Especially at the place I went to. You throw in a pretty girl like me, and I was g

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A Weird Car Followed Me To The Poker Room

Okay, so I had an addiction. Ever since daddy first got me into Texas Hold ‘Em, I loved poker. The thrill of winning an all in or making a sick bluff pulled me in… As did the sheer euphoria any winning session brought me. Above all, Lily Capra just loved the game.

I admit I didn’t win every time. No one does. Poker requires a unique skill set, especially to offset the variance. Those horrific battles with Lady Luck.

But daddy taught me well. From childhood to my twenties, dad did his best to preach pot odds, position, and making high percentage plays. And for the most part, his lectures paid off.

I started off a young cocky punk. But like a focused coach, dad got through to me. Soon enough, I started winning. We started winning.

I hit eighteen and that was when dad started taking me to the Florida card rooms. The house games. All the spots where the action was. He helped me improve my game. Helped kindle my passion.

Now here I was thirty-five and settled down in Albany, Georgia. I was still a pretty young woman. A pretty young mother, that is. My short brown hair matched my dark eyes… Eyes that were considered striking until sunglasses disguised them on the felt. And with an athletic frame, you’d never guess I had three kids.

Sadly, my dad passed a few years back. But his poker legacy lived on in me. In Lucky Lily. The only problem now was finding the time to make that forty minute drive to our local card room on River Road… Not an easy task with the kids.

I’d still go out when I could. My husband Harold knew I wasn’t shopping or out clubbing with the “the girls.” He knew I was playing some fucking cards. And given the money I won, Harold didn’t mind one bit.

Tonight was no different. The exciting urge hit me early in the evening. Harold was watching a ball game with the kids… So I had cover for what would be this week’s journey down River Road. I kissed the fam goodbye and then I took off for my addiction.

Cold November rain ambushed me. My body shivered not from an obvious tell but from the forty degree weather. In my Toyota, the routine route took me down long country roads. Lonely roads by day that were isolated by night.

Just thinking of poker further fueled my buzz. My excitement. I already heard a new player was gonna be there tonight… then again, rainy nights like this usually brought out the easy money. Fresh fish ready to get hooked by us poker regs. Especially at the place I went to. You throw in a pretty girl like me, and I was g

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A Weird Car Followed Me On The Way To The Poker Room

Okay, so I had an addiction. Ever since daddy first got me into Texas Hold ‘Em, I loved poker. The thrill of winning an all in or making a sick bluff pulled me in… As did the sheer euphoria any winning session brought me. Above all, Lily Capra just loved the game.

I admit I didn’t win every time. No one does. Poker requires a unique skill set, especially to offset the variance. Those horrific battles with Lady Luck.

But daddy taught me well. From childhood to my twenties, dad did his best to preach pot odds, position, and making high percentage plays. And for the most part, his lectures paid off.

I started off a young cocky punk. But like a focused coach, dad got through to me. Soon enough, I started winning. We started winning.

I hit eighteen and that was when dad started taking me to the Florida card rooms. The house games. All the spots where the action was. He helped me improve my game. Helped kindle my passion.

Now here I was thirty-five and settled down in Albany, Georgia. I was still a pretty young woman. A pretty young mother, that is. My short brown hair matched my dark eyes… Eyes that were considered striking until sunglasses disguised them on the felt. And with an athletic frame, you’d never guess I had three kids.

Sadly, my dad passed a few years back. But his poker legacy lived on in me. In Lucky Lily. The only problem now was finding the time to make that forty minute drive to our local card room on River Road… Not an easy task with the kids.

I’d still go out when I could. My husband Harold knew I wasn’t shopping or out clubbing with the “the girls.” He knew I was playing some fucking cards. And given the money I won, Harold didn’t mind one bit.

Tonight was no different. The exciting urge hit me early in the evening. Harold was watching a ball game with the kids… So I had cover for what would be this week’s journey down River Road. I kissed the fam goodbye and then I took off for my addiction.

Cold November rain ambushed me. My body shivered not from an obvious tell but from the forty degree weather. In my Toyota, the routine route took me down long country roads. Lonely roads by day that were isolated by night.

Just thinking of poker further fueled my buzz. My excitement. I already heard a new player was gonna be there tonight… then again, rainy nights like this usually brought out the easy money. Fresh fish ready to get hooked by us poker regs. Especially at the place I went to. You throw in a pretty girl like me, and I was g

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A Weird Car Followed Me On The Way To The Poker Room

Okay, so I had an addiction. Ever since daddy first got me into Texas Hold ‘Em, I loved poker. The thrill of winning an all in or making a sick bluff pulled me in… As did the sheer euphoria any winning session brought me. Above all, Lily Capra just loved the game.

I admit I didn’t win every time. No one does. Poker requires a unique skill set, especially to offset the variance. Those horrific battles with Lady Luck.

But daddy taught me well. From childhood to my twenties, dad did his best to preach pot odds, position, and making high percentage plays. And for the most part, his lectures paid off.

I started off a young cocky punk. But like a focused coach, dad got through to me. Soon enough, I started winning. We started winning.

I hit eighteen and that was when dad started taking me to the Florida card rooms. The house games. All the spots where the action was. He helped me improve my game. Helped kindle my passion.

Now here I was thirty-five and settled down in Albany, Georgia. I was still a pretty young woman. A pretty young mother, that is. My short brown hair matched my dark eyes… Eyes that were considered striking until sunglasses disguised them on the felt. And with an athletic frame, you’d never guess I had three kids.

Sadly, my dad passed a few years back. But his poker legacy lived on in me. In Lucky Lily. The only problem now was finding the time to make that forty minute drive to our local card room on River Road… Not an easy task with the kids.

I’d still go out when I could. My husband Harold knew I wasn’t shopping or out clubbing with the “the girls.” He knew I was playing some fucking cards. And given the money I won, Harold didn’t mind one bit.

Tonight was no different. The exciting urge hit me early in the evening. Harold was watching a ball game with the kids… So I had cover for what would be this week’s journey down River Road. I kissed the fam goodbye and then I took off for my addiction.

Cold November rain ambushed me. My body shivered not from an obvious tell but from the forty degree weather. In my Toyota, the routine route took me down long country roads. Lonely roads by day that were isolated by night.

Just thinking of poker further fueled my buzz. My excitement. I already heard a new player was gonna be there tonight… then again, rainy nights like this usually brought out the easy money. Fresh fish ready to get hooked by us poker regs. Especially at the place I went to. You throw in a pretty girl like me, and I was g

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Live 1/1/2 hands vs. weak bettor and LAG

Both hands from the same table (\$1/1/2 with blind on the button and min. \$4 to enter the pot). I probably look like a generic Asian TAG (pretty tight and aggressive but have only shown down value hands so far).

Hand 1: Bit of a weird river bluff vs. weak donk bets

LJ is ~40 year old man in fedora+sunglasses. Seems to play very straightforward with betting/sizing; overall on the loose/passive side but not a complete airhead (seen him fold a few times to sustained aggression/haven't seen him station off light).

LJ limps for \$4, I 3bet to \$15 from HJ with AcKd, only he calls.

Flop (~\$30): Q74r, one diamond. LJ donks \$15, I call.

Turn (~\$60): 3d. LJ continues for another \$15, I call.

River (~\$90): Another 3. LJ bets \$20, I raise to \$80.

On the flop, I call with okay equity vs. most hands, while in position. Turn seems similar given the tiny bet (how would you rank call, fold, raise?).

On the river, I can't beat anything so basically deciding whether to bluff or not. My opponent has played it like a cheap showdown hand and my line should look fairly value-heavy. Think this hand is an ok but not ideal choice for a bluff (bottom of my range given my play, blocks stronger one pair hands like AQ/KQ/A7, also blocks some flush draws though not too relevant as he wouldn't have played these like he did anyway).

Hand 2: 2nd pair vs. LAG

Opponent on my direct left is a ~40 Asian (v)LAG, very loose and capable of floating/firing 2 barrels with nothing. I may have played this one too passively, but as played I think it's a standard calldown.

I open Q8hh in the CO to \$12 (too loose given my opponent?), only my guy on BU calls.

Flop (~\$25): 9d8s4s. I check, CO checks.

Turn (~\$25): 9c. I check, CO bets \$15, I call.

River (~\$55): 3c. I check, CO bets \$60, I call.

I believe I should check the flop pretty frequently in theory; in this particular case I'm happy to keep it small for now. The turn could be a thin value bet, but I think he is much more likely to bet than to call a bet so as played is an easy call. I feel like I have to call the river because I unblock a ton of potential bluffs and no hands improved on this runout, but the guy must know I have something decent so it looks a little value-y.

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