>>5753915“That’s disgusting!” Gerard cannot believe his eye. It’s not the most unlikely of hands, but it does deliver a statement. “Well then, gentlemen, with the knight’s elimination, it appears that everyone is counting on me to dethrone the brat.”
But then, the rabid crowd roars ‘Fuck you, Gerard!’ in unison (with some exceptions). The people are firmly behind you no matter what. You’re their hero, and the Judge is the enemy! Rapidly, the myriad of insults turn into cheers for you. The next round of hands didn’t have a spectacular ending, but it was a constant mockery of Gerard’s failure after failure, the frustration on his face built up until he lashed out, but his yelps were drowned by everyone’s hurling of insults.
And with that, <span class="mu-s">you have won the Bradford Memorial Poker Tournament!</span> Mr. Cahill hands you the trophy after shaking your hand, then confetti starts to rain.
“God damn it, I told you I didn’t want confetti. I just vacuumed.” Craig laments as the troop led by Sewel pop them in celebration. “Anyways, congratulations, kid.”
“Any words, champ?” Uwikar acts like he’s back to being a commentator.
<span class="mu-s">How do you respond?</span>
>“Not really, but I’m happy. I did this for our buddy.” Smile. This one was for Bradford.>“I wonder what people are going to think when they see this trophy in my apartment.” Try to be funny.>“Just like the people said: Fuck you, Gerard.” You’re the People’s Champion. Act as such.>Write In.<span class="mu-s">Anyone you want to talk to now that the tournament is over?</span>
>Nah. Go home. Enough Poker for the day.>Write In. (Pick one of the former participants)(Last Reply of the Day, we continue tomorrow!)
