Yousof Farooq (#CD7F32)
Soundtrack//Outfit
"Oof."
Yousof didn't land so much with a slam as a thud, bruising just about every part of his body (or at least it felt that way). He rubbed the back of his neck as he sat up, cracking and twisting his joints with the vigor of someone twice his age. Nothing felt broken, but he would definitely need to see a chiropractor after this ordeal was over. Craning his neck he saw that the ceiling was...nonexistent. The walls extended far past the light of the torches, blending into the darkness until all you could see was a black skyline, punctuated with a handful of stars.
Before he could take time to admire the scenery however, a screech reverberated through the room.
âWhoâs there?â
âI am the god of kingship, ruler of everything under the sky. All who have domain over the land answer to me. So mortal, what will you offer me in exchange for my patronage?â
âWhat? What do you mean, patronage? I just want to get out of here!â Yousof exclaimed, throwing up his arms. âOne minute Iâm trapped and the next I fall straight through the floor.â
What even was that? There was no possible way he could both fall through the floor yet land in a room with an open view of the sky. It just didnât make any sense. He stared above him, unsure where to focus his eyes
âIf you wish to leave here, you must prove that you are worthy of my approval.â
âWhat? ThatâsâŚâ Yousof paused. It was a ridiculous request. He wasnât rich, he wasnât influential, and he certainly wasnât some demigod in training. He wasnât even the funniest person he knew.
The shadow circled around him, cawing in protest of the silence. Staring at his feet, the young man sighed.
âOkay, I donât have anything,â Yousof whispered, gathering his breath.
âSo I uh, challenge you!â He announced, pointing towards the sky.
âI have no time for your petty games,â the god scoffed, âI decline.â
âWhy? Youâre a god arenât you?â Yousof taunted, his voice growing more confident, âso you shouldnât have a problem winning."
"Unless youâre afraid.â
âYou dare overstep your mortal authority!?â Horus slammed his fist against his throne, shaking the walls of the aperture.
Sand fell from the fragmented floors, scattering across Yousofâs body. Still, it didnât keep the madman from speaking.
âThatâs right.â His voice remained unwavering, even as he brushed himself off. âYou're washed up. A myth from the past. Nobodyâs worshipped you for centuries.â
âVery well,â Horus roared, âI will show you the gulf between a man and a god.â
He descended from the skies, cracking the floor as he landed. His wings snapped back, spraying sand across his challenger's face.
âChoose your challenge wisely,â the bird-faced king sneered. His eyes narrowed at the human before him, growing angrier with each second that the man dared to meet his gaze.
âLetâs play poker.â Pulling out a deck of cards, he waved them at Horus who crossed his arms.
Contrary to expectation, Horus let out a chuckle. âIf you thought you would throw me off with something modern you are sorely mistaken.â
A square table emerged between them, adorned with hieroglyphs and a seat on each side. Coins fell from the sky, stacking into neat piles on either side of Horus and Yousof.
Taking a seat, he found himself dwarfed by the deity. He was far taller than any creature Yousof had ever seen. It didnât matter whether this was a hallucination or reality, if he lost then he would surely die.
But he couldn't show him that.
"The rules are simple. Each of us draws five cards. And then after seeing our hand we take turns betting in the middle. You can either raise, call, or fold. Calling being matching and folding being giving up. Once thatâs done, everyone who hasnât folded will reveal their hand and whoever has the highest value gets the pot.â Yousof paused for a second. Ah man there were a lot of rules, but the onus was on him to explain it. It wouldnât be a fair fight otherwise.
âRanking hands from strongest to weakest, Five of a suit is strongest, then four consecutive cards, four of a kind-â
â-Then three of a kind, two, and a single high card.â
âWait how do you-â
âI may not have competed in over a millenia, but Iâve watched you mortals from afar.â
âWell since weâre both on the same page, all we need is a dealer,â Yousof replied, ânow there isnât anyone else here, but Iâm sure we can-â
âThere will be no need.â Waving his hand, a falcon-headed woman rose out from the ground, carrying a wooden tray with a deck of cards.
He certainly wasnât expecting that.
âIf there is nothing else then I will play your game, with a few adjustments.â
âAdjustments?â
âI do not like the idea of shying away from battle nor having win conditions be so binary so there will be no calling or folding, only raising. The highest bidder then determines which hand wins, the strongest or the weakest."
"But that just gives the advantage to whoever has the most money!" Yousof protested.
"These are my conditions."
After a long pause Yousof sighed. "Can I add some new rules too?"
Horus stroked his chin before gesturing for the mortal to continue.
"I want us to be able to exchange cards at the beginning. That way the winner isn't just determined right out of the gate. And-" Yousof turned over to the woman standing by the table before pulling a joker from his deck-âIâd like to add this into the game. Whoever pulls this automatically wins the round regardless of whether the rule is high or low.â
âEven in gambling itâs foolish to rely solely on luck,â Horus chuckled, shaking his head. "Nonetheless, I accept."
As the dealer began passing cards to Horus and Yousof, he took stock of his coins.
He had a handful of gold rings, two stacks of silver coins, and a fair number of bronze pieces. Compared to Horus, they seemed to be equal until he saw two more followers appear behind him.
âWhat the hell is that?" Yousof asked, gesturing to the coin-filled buckets they were holding. âhow do you already have so much money?â
âI had our dealer give us currency based on our valuation and as a god, I am priceless while you areâŚâ
Yeah, he couldnât disagree there.
âNow then, let the game begin!â
Torches flared around the five participants, revealing an audience of sand-formed people shouting their godâs name. Even the moon and stars showed themselves as spectators to the match, scattering light across Yousofâs body. It seemed that the heavens favored an underdog.
Or perhaps they were looking for entertainment.
âCommencing round one. Please pay your participation fee and announce the cards you will be exchanging,â the dealer announced monotonously, passing each of them five cards.
I seeâŚ
Rather than the traditional hearts, clubs, spades, and diamonds Horusâ deck consisted of...sticks, coins, cups, and swords. God help him if his old housemate didnât go through a witchy phase.
Sticks were clubs, coins were diamonds, cups were hearts, and swords were spades. Easy. Easy stuff.
...Except for his dead hand.
Seriously? A high card in the first round. Thatâs it? Pressing his lips together he gazed at Horus.
âA pair of threes,â Horus said, handing the cards over to the dealer.
The godâs face was unreadable and his hands unmoving. Was he going for a weak hand? Shooting for something better? Maybe he was trying to feel for Yousofâs playstyle. Horus had the means to toy with him for as long as he wanted. He needed to gouge the godâs funds; otherwise, Horus would bleed him dry.
âAll, five cards.â Dropping his hand, Yousof displayed his cards in full, earning a round of boos from the audience.
âWhat are you trying to pull here?â
âI told you, I didnât want someone to win right out the gate.â
âVery well, now commencing the betting round. We will start with you, my liege,â the dealer announced.
âTwo gold rings,â Horus replied, sliding the currency to the center of the board.
Yousof bit his lip, eying his hand. It was no quadruple King, but it could work under the right circumstances.
âFive gold rings,â he replied, dropping them on the table.
âResponse?â the dealer turned toward Horus.
âI raise another three gold.â
âDo you raise, mortal?â Though the dealerâs mouth didnât move, her voice was as grand (if not a bit robotic) as Horusâ own. She barely turned her head, but her blank eyes bore into his soul.
âTen silver chips,â he said, pushing the stack towards the center.
âFor someone so confident youâre being awfully stingy,â Horus laughed, âI thought you challenged me because you thought you could win.â
âOh Iâm sure. I am one hundred percent sure!â Yousof announced, âIâm just trying to keep this game interesting.â
Or upon further consideration, ninety-nine percent.
âHah, very well then. I will concede,â the god chuckled.
The dealer nodded before turning towards Yousof.
âHorus has chosen not to raise. It is now time to make your choice, mortal. Stronger or weaker?â
Yousof glanced at his opponent before averting his eyes back to his own hand. He couldnât think of a good reason for Horus to throw away a pair, even if it was low. And Yousof doubted that Horus would lay down obvious bait.
He had two high pairs, a ten and a jack. While that was on the lower end of winning hands the odds of getting a single pair or nothing were much higher than the other options. If Horus also had two pairs then they would need to be higher face cards.
But what if he has a joker. His face paled for a moment.
In reality the odds of pulling a joker were fairly high, one in fifty-three to start with but slightly higher with each draw. For a whole hand, it was ten percent which was larger than nearly every other winning combination.
âI choose stronger!â
âVery well. Commencing showdown!â the dealer declared, âplease reveal your cards.â
Fuck.
If Horusâs falcon head could show any emotion he was sure the god would wear a shit-eating grin.
âA two pair versus three of a kind. Horus wins.â
Cheers erupted in the background with some even whistling in applause.
What had he gotten himself into? While the god pushed his winnings to his side of the table, the once-confident college student hunched over as the next set of cards was dealt. Horus read him like a book.
âCommencing round two.â
An ace of spades and four random cards. Cool. Coolcoolcool.
It was actually not very cool.
âThree cards please,â Yousof sighed.
If he was lucky he could go for a straight and if not, maybe cut his losses early.
âNo cards.â
Seriously fuck that guy.
âGiven that you lost the last round, you will be placing your bet first,â the dealer announced, turning over to Yousof.
âFive bronze pieces,â he nodded.
[color=#566D7E][b]âHm.â Horus stroked his chin. âTwenty silver.â
âFifteen silver.â
âTwenty-five.â
âOne gold ring.â
âTen gold rings.â
âI canât beat that,â Yousof not so much said as muttered.
âCan you please repeat that?â the dealer asked.
âI...cannot beat that,â he said through gritted teeth.
âThen the betting round is over. My liege, what do you choose?â
âI choose weaker,â Horus announced, his expression imperceptible.
âPlease reveal your cards.â
Yousof laughed. Itâs like he knew. The god just knew he exchanged into a good hand and punished him for it. He hadnât known Horus to also be the god of telepathy, but maybe he just skipped that Egyptology lecture.
As each subsequent round began, Yousof stared at his dwindling stack of coins and subpar hands. Though he scavenged a few wins, he wouldnât last many more rounds. Whether he won or lost was entirely up to the godâs whims; he could have easily ended the match if he wanted to, yet he kept his opponent on the precipice of defeat. Yousof wanted so badly to yell at the deity to stop toying with him. There was no other reason to keep torturing him except to assert his dominance.
I just donât think itâll work out. I need someone whoâs more...ambitious.
Yousof grasped his head, crying out in pain. He could feel his heart pounding through his eardrums and his eyes welled up with each voice that entered his mind.
My son is so stupid. Why canât he be like your son?
How many times do I have to tell you, you arenât my son anymore?
What the fuck? Why are you here? Why are you yelling at me?
We took out all these loans and this is how you pay us back? Just what were you doing in school all these years?
Please, I didnât mean to. I can do better, you know I can do better.
If youâre going to be a disgrace then leave.
I donât want to go.
âHuman, please pay the participation fee if you wish to participate in the next round.â
Just as quickly as they came, the voices faded, leaving Yousof a red-eyed mess. He reached to the floor to grab his cards, steadying his arm lest the shaking cause him to drop his hand again.
âYou are free to concede anytime, mortal,â Horus shrugged, âthere is no shame in a graceful defeat.â
Wiping his eyes, he gazed at his hand before throwing in a bronze piece.
Fuck that. If he was going to be a disgrace heâd go down fighting.
âHow many cards will each of you exchange?â the dealer asked.
âThree...please.â Steeling himself, he handed a stack over to the woman before evaluating his new cards.
âOne card,â Horus nodded.
âProceeding to the betting round. Mortal, what is your bet?â
Poker was a game of bluffing, this variant even moreso. He couldnât show hesitation.
âFive silver pieces and ten bronze pieces,â Yousof announced.
âUnfortunately, the fun ends here,â he sighed (though not particularly remorsefully), âI raise you thirty five gold rings.â
âWaitâŚâ
âYouâre out of funds, mortal.â
It was now or never.
âI bet my life!â Yousof yelled, standing up.
âBahaha!â Horusâ laughter echoed through the room before the rest of the audience joined in, âwhat sort of offer is that? Our agreement was to gamble with currency.â
âYou said you gave us our funds based on how much each person was worth so how is this different?â
Horus put down his cards before shaking his head.
âMy valuation was a method of quantifying our starting value, not a loophole to keep gambling.â
Yousof glanced at the dealer pleadingly.
âMy liegeâŚâ
âTell me, what could your life possibly offer?â
âI might not be rich or famous or a god, but Iâm not going to run away either,â he continued before slamming his hand down and leaning over the table. âI donât care if you kill me, possess me, or turn me into one of them because I know Iâm going to win.â
Silence fell over the stage as Yousof continued staring down his opponent. Whether he was a king, a god, or a hallucination with an overinflated ego, Horusâ divinity no longer had bearing on Yousofâs resolve. All he could hear was his heart beating in his ears and all he could feel was the fire coursing through his system.
âSo are you going to raise or back down?â
For the first time Horus paused, his eyes no longer looking at Yousof, but rather at the prize pool before them. Leaning back in his chair he gestured for one of his followers to drop a pot on top of the table.
âDo you still believe you can beat me, Yousof?â
Yousofâs eyes widened for a second before balling his free hand into a fist.
âIâm not backing down.â
âAs you have nothing else to raise with, Horus shall determine this round,â the dealer announced before turning to her ruler, âStronger or weaker?â
âThis round shall be stronger.â
âCommencing showdown!â
Yousof hitched a breath as each playerâs hand was revealed. Two royal flushes.
âDue to the tie, the two of you will split the pool equally,â the dealer announced.
Was this really happening? He knew he should have asked that question earlier, but even more so than a fever dream, the odds of both players getting a royal flush were nearly zero. The crowdâs jeers and Horusâ silence was enough for him.
Yousof more than doubled his pot and more importantly, this outcome wasnât one of Horusâ doing. There was no acting in those bemused eyes or clenched fist. No amount of prediction could account for such low odds and on the zero percent chance that Horus cheated to assure victory then he did a terrible job of it.
And yet instead of prepping for another round, his astonishment turned into mirth.
âSo you have finally stood up for yourself,â he smirked, âI was afraid Iâd have to hold your hand like the others.â
Hold my hand? What is he talking about?
Dropping back into his seat, Yousof moved to collect his earnings Horus held up a hand.
âThere will be no need for that,â he said, âthis challenge is over.â
âNo Iâm not going to calm down. Tell me whatâs going on!â
âRelax, lest you forget your purpose.â
With a wave of his hand, the audience, the table, and even Horus dissolved into sand, leaving Yousof and his joker basking in the moonlight.
Come back here, you coward! It took all his restraint to keep from yelling those words out loud and even more not to bang on the ground again. Instead, he laid on the ground, fidgeting with his card between his fingers.
He was so close to gaining a lead and for Horus to disappear like that was just unfair. He would have liked to say that Horus owed him an explanation of what was happening, where his friends were and how to leave, but truthfully, he just wanted to continue the game.
Closing his eyes, he wondered whether he would see that man again or if this room would be his final resting place. To die separated from his friends, family, and the computer he wished to be buried was a true tragedy, but at least he could say he say he trie-
Donât you dare stop here!
Okay, okay calm down. Yousof flinched.
I thought you left.
Standing up, Yousof slipped his card back into his pocket and looked around. Across from him was the faint outline of a door that, as far as he knew, hadnât existed when he was still playing.