Ten-Finger Tony

Poker against the house, in the basement of a meat plant, for your fingers. Welcome to the meat factory You wake up strapped to a chair at a card table in the back of a meat plant. Your hands are locked into it, with a guillotine over every finger, and there's a glass item case sunk into the middle of the felt. Across from you sits a corpse with an old television where its head used to be. The set warms up, and it's Tony, the gamemaster. IT'S POKER. KIND OF. Four cards from the deck each. You both turn one face up, and that card goes in both hands: your four plus his one, his four plus your one. Best five-card hand wins. You get two rounds of discards, and he sees how many you threw. Then one bet. Check it down and the loser gives a finger. Push and it's worth two, unless they fold, which costs one and nobody shows anything. THE CHOPPING BLOCK When you owe, you pick which finger(s) go. THE CASE Every finger that comes off gets sucked into the other side's chamber. Five fills it, and the case comes up out of the table with something in it. Use it, keep it, or bin it, knowing that Tony gets them too, and he has his own preferences. IT HURTS For a while after a finger, the cards lie to you. Reality hurts. Stare at it long enough and it gets better, for a bit. TEN FINGERS EACH Lose your tenth and that's you. Take Tony's tenth and [TONY DOESN'T LOSE]. Then somebody new wakes up in the chair. THE POT $10,000 to start, and $100,000 every time a finger comes off, either side. Manage to beat your oppressor, and walk away with life-changing money. FEATURES - Poker with a dealer who hates you and watches every card you touch - Tony has tells, a temper, and a long (long) memory - Finger guillotines, vacuum ports, a prize case, and a shotgun nobody's holding but somehow fires - Bloody blood, all over the felt; smearing itself like a bad signature - Cool new stuff, Coming Soon to a meat plant near you