Please allow me to introduce myself and the weird stuff around me... I am Mr Hand and these colorful items scattered around me, is called chips. They are not for eating, nor for storing classified government intelligence on... They're for playing, winning and cursing...cursing... As this New world we're creating around us, crumbles before our very eyes, I renounce my social status and turn to Poker...in Order to feel sorrow and happiness... Just one more game, before we go ay?