Gambling was something that was never a concern to you. You could empty your entire pockets onto the green felt of a poker table with no worry, and every time you did, you would leave the casino with more than you entered with. Why? Because you were a cheater! A scummy, pockets up sleeve, weighted dice cheater. You could bet all the money in the world without a second thought, confident in your skills. But what happens when you approach a new casino who's founder is unknown to you? And what happens when the game of poker you decide to play includes the mysterious casino owner you've heard next to nothing about? What do you do when you see the gruesome scar he dons and the attractive intimidation he carried around like a kings robe? What happens when you fuck up your cheat, and your card lands right under Quackity's shoe? - Work in progress!! :D