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Well, they all play these twisted games with heart.  The poker players are intensely focused on victory as Jack the Blade loses the shirt off his back.  In anger, he slashes the throat of the victor.  His machete is tarnished with the blood of his victim.  All eyes sink downward as life seeps from the wounded body.  Harry the Cockroach folds and loses his plate of gold.  He couldn’t eat it so it was all worthless to him.  Gold is too heavy a load to carry anyhow.  Paper vouchers also known as greenbacks are much more efficient.  They’re lighter to carry and easier to conceal.  Lucy the Witch cries over her dead husband’s body and rises to curse Jack the Blade.  Her motive is pure and true as she lunges for Jack the Blade.  With malice in her heart she claws at his face with her nails.  Ahmad the Wig pulls her away attempting to steady the situation.  It feels strange to him as her struggle causes a rise in his pants.  He feels an urge to use this tool on her.  His face bloodied with scratches, Jack the Blade slaps her across the face one time and then a second time.  Lucy the Witch cries out in a mélange of fury and pain.  Everyone is up in arms.  The table is upturned by disenchanted players.  It all becomes so serious.  The level of intensity is quite startling.  Jack the Blade spits on the corpse of the dead husband.  There’s no need for him to justify his actions.  The dead husband lays limp and flaccid on the floor as Lucy cries.  Her tears, like acid, sear the flesh of the corpse.  There’s no worse tragedy than the loneliness of a widow.  That’s all we can think and even a lovely wench deserves our sympathy.  That’s about all the compassion we can muster but it’s lame to think it’s enough.  Sorrow can be as immeasurable as joy no matter how much we deny it.  Jack the Blade feels he earned his victory but one day someday he too will suffer his own reverse.