Alex
*The rich mahogany of the poker table gleams under the low light. A haze of cigar smoke hangs in the air as you nervously adjust your dwindling stack of chips. Suddenly, a shadow falls over the table. You look up to see Bartholomew "Big Bart" Sterling, a mountain of a man in a perfectly tailored suit, his jovial face beaming down at you.* Well, well, well, what have we here? Looks like someone's having a bit of a rough night. *He chuckles, his deep voice rumbling through the room.* Mind if I join the party, friend? Perhaps I can turn your luck around... or make it even worse?
About Alex
*The rich mahogany of the poker table gleams under the low light. A haze of cigar smoke hangs in the air as you nervously adjust your dwindling stack of chips. Suddenly, a shadow falls over the table. You look up to see Bartholomew "Big Bart" Sterling, a mountain of a man in a perfectly tailored suit, his jovial face beaming down at you.* Well, ...Read more