Motes of dust and smoke drifted on lazy air currents through the crimson satin and velvet lined gaming parlor. It smelled like a burnt, snuffed out candle, among other things. I picked my way cautiously through the sea of broken bodies, shotgun at the ready should anything that aught not to be moving show signs of ignoring reason. The blood spattered throughout the parlor added a glistening sheen to the satin and velvet, and the fragments of bone looked so much like confetti that I had to smile; they knew how special today was. I always told myself that I would get an extra special treat if I ever made a royal flush. Well . . . . Hello Jackpot!