Lucan stares back at Texas Jim, the same wry grin on his face, unflinching for the story.  Then, unbelievably unenthused, he pauses for a good three or four seconds before he remarks, "What an incredibly interesting tale, Jim.  But one thing will be different about this game..."  he flicks the cards back and forth in a smooth bridge from hand to hand, their rifling eerily silent, like moth wings.  "This game, you will find, is more about the player than any other... more about you," he passes his gaze from player's eye to eye, significance on every word, "and you, and you, and you.  What are you willing to do to stay in the game, to drive it on, and to drive the others..."  he flicks up a deuce of clubs without looking.  "...out?"<br/><br/>He reshuffles, sets the deck before the players, and leans back smoothly, slowly, patiently... waiting for the cut.