Poker House

I have finally figured out (after two weeks living here) that Poker House is in downtown Prairieton.  Here is the Prairieton post office, which is twenty yards from our front door...and considering that we have no mail box ...

(although we can apparently receive the paper...what a relief), this is a very, very good thing. 

Across the street is the Prairieton School...

The sign says it.  The playground proves it.  But...

Maybe a memorial to the Prairieton School District?  I've been running through the neighborhood for two weeks and have yet to see anything that resembles a building that could be called a school.  And, no kids.  Sorry, I digest.  Anyway, where were we...

Welcome to the War Room...

... in all its glorious, middle-of-the-weekend, must-keep-playing clutter. 

We have plans to buy a large world map to put on the wall in here to spitefully keep track of the players whose souls we own.  Whatever country gets the most pins (outside of the U.S.) gets some serious consideration for our hopeful move out of the states. 

When not working...

...this is generally where you can find us.  Meet Superchimp, Baccy, and the house mascot, Greta.  Everything you could want or need in a living room, except we're a bit scared to try the fireplace considering the general mayhem that is the structure of this house.  Maybe some luxuries are better not tested.

Then there's the Music Room where we go to release tilt and get in touch with our sensitive sides...

Or not so senstive.  Threads' stack of death.

Then we have the dungeon...

...where bad poker players go when they die.

And while we're on the subject of sinister...

...try peeing with this staring you down.  *shudder*

On that note, I leave you with your moment of zen...