<< Hello Mr. Prot >>
July 01, 2005, 7:25 a.m.

This is universe expansion five-hundred and forty-seven. This is the last time you will see your life roll like the frog's tongue out onto your laundry and bills, and the little scratches you call issues.

Don't believe the hype administered to you by traveling prophets with rock candy. They may scream, "It's the end of the world!" as rock candy pelts your head as he throws the sugar bullets in a wild shower of declaration..... But...

It's not the end of the world baby. Only the end of this expansion, and the beginning to a major collapse. And if you're worried that you haven't lived long enough, and haven't tasted the glory of a million dollars, lattes, and attornies licking your ass, I say you still have the chance. Better make it quick.

All you need to know now is to play your cards like you have a hand no person has ever dreamed of. You may be close to a royal straight flush...but let them think you have better.

If you deal ace and I deal king, you better hope that in a past life... blackjack wasn't your game.

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