Hand of fate wow8/2/2023 ![]() God stared straight ahead, his cards untouched. “I wouldn’t count on it. Hope you brought a credit card.” “Yeah, you’re a big boy. I’d say pay your tab before you go but I have a feeling you’ll be back.” “Oh, never mind. I’ll do it myself. I’m a big boy.” “Oh, nice, Harry. That’s a delicate way of putting it.” “No, I mean you go talk to one of her friends, get the lay of the land.” “I think I know a way to turn that all to my advantage.” ![]() “No, but I’ve seen her here before, always with a couple friends, never comes in with a guy. She's been known to leave with more than one.” “See that blonde at the bar? I have to meet her. Do you know her?” “Harry, I’m talking to you. Where’d you go, man?” “Well, if I win, she misses the bus she’d planned to take to the city, decides to stay with a friend for a couple days, comes to learn her friend’s parents are worse than her own and returns home.” “Next is Penny Lancaster, a rebellious teen. I say she runs away to the nearest city, becomes homeless and is traded to a foreign businessman by an unscrupulous bartender who befriends her. There’s a lesson.” “Are we ready for the next hand, My Lords?” Mr. Pembrook could do quite well, even with your influence hovering overhead. Results remain to be seen.” “You gloat, Dark Lord, but you forget, these are merely tests. For all you and I know, B. The cards dealt, the bets made, the play was over in an instant. Determining which hand would control the fate of mortals would be an impossibly time-consuming process were not all parties equipped with supernatural dexterity. “All right now, gentlemen, the name of the game is five card stud. Ante up.” Bailey, for his part, had a practical approach and calming demeanor in the event the games got adversarial. Satan chose an old acquaintance, Dorian Gray, as his second. Gray could be fairly self-absorbed but guaranteed to add a touch of drama to the proceedings, along with being easy on the eyes. Mr. God’s second was George Bailey, whose reputation for goodness and fair dealing was unsurpassed. The appointed "second" would act as an impartial participant, and it was their task to shuffle the cards, handle the chips and tally the scores. It was God’s turn as dealer. In order to keep the game “fair,” there was an agreed upon referee assigned to each Lord. “And if I win, it’ll rain on their wedding day and they’ll be divorced in under a year. Trailer Park, triplets, iguana.” ![]() White-picket fence, two kids, dog, the works.” ![]() “Benjamin Jones is thinking about asking Katherine Pembrook to marry him. If I win, he goes forward with the proposal and they live happily ever after. Satan sat back in his chair surveying his chips. “What are we playing for this round?” **Warning: silly religious humor, irreverent, but turns out well** ![]()
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