Jan 06, 2008 09:58
Army built.
Weapons ready.
Our lives are chips in the pile, everyone. Nothing more than a chip in the pile of the ones who play the big game.
They're quiet now. Silent now.
But oh so very soon, it'll be time to ante up, won't it?
I call.
And I raise all you fifty-two.
cards,
war,
gambling,
hurry!