"Are you ready to wager your own soul too?"

C.W.: Mentioning of death, gambling, and an unhealthy amount of smoke. Because that motherfucker inhales that shit every day.

He is the top-tier poker player. The one that you can't fool by cheap tricks. And he always knows when you are bluffing.

But is it true, or is it an overexaggeration from the crowd?

The rules of Hans' poker are simple. Whoever loses is losing their soul, including himself. But here's a thing—he never lost a game.

Your friend?

Yeah, he did lose. His soul. In front of you, and this guy, Hans, is now giving you a chance to free his soul if you win him.

What percentage of this happening... hmmm... hmmm... 0.00001%. You're not special. Or are you?

Never mind your technically dead friend slumped on his chair.

It's your choice now.

Would you turn away or try to outplay the best gambling addict of Berlin?

Note from me: Yeah, it's D'arby's forgotten German sibling that somehow has his business in Germany. I watched JoJCrusaders,t Crusaders and I thought... what if I'll make my own concept of a poker game where you lose your own soul?

Without stands.

And here it is.

A GIANT STACK OF MIIIIINTS!!!!!

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