[ WP ] a casino where world leaders gather to bet on territories . Anyone else is not allowed in . One day you find yourself within the casino

One day, I woke up in a what appeared to be a hotel room. This had happened before to me, but what I really found surprising was how nice it was. I ’ m talking like, 5 star suite nice. I looked around in awe. The ceiling was around 20 feet tall I would have guessed. I then found out this was probably because of the second floor of the room. Like I said, it was a really nice room. A walk-in-closet to the left of me, and to the right of me, a master bathroom bigger than the bedroom in my apartment back at home. 
 
 Even through the blinding headache I had, I managed to crawl out of bed, and walk over to the closet only to find one freshly cleaned suit. As I put it on, I found that it was perfectly tailored to my measurements. This was also very odd, as the nicest clothes I thought I owned was a tropical button up shirt with cheesy flowers all over it, and a pair of stained khakis. I put of on suit, but left the tie, as I had never learned how to tie one. 
 
 I walked into 2 other rooms before I finally found the door that lead out of the suite. The hallway was absolutely stunning. Beautiful red carpet all the way down, doors which were carved with exquisite patterns, chandeliers every 20 feet. I was aghast. I finally managed to find the elevator, and once I pressed the button, it automatically opened. Inside, I found a clean shaven gentleman who was standing still as a statue until I addressed him. “ He… Hello? ” I uttered, unsure if he was in fact a statue. 
 
 Suddenly, his disposition completely changed as his face lit up with a smile and his bright blue eyes stared into my soul, but in a non-threatening way. “ What floor can I take you to sir? ” His voice was deep, but soothing. It strangely reminded me of my the voice of my third grade teacher, Mr. Fletcher. 
 
 “ Lobby please, ” I said back to him as he scanned the buttons on the wall. And oh, there were many, many buttons. It went up to around 300 I believe. 
 
 “ Lobby and Casino, coming right up, ” he said with a convincing smile that gave me the impression he enjoyed his job. 
 
 “ I ’ m sorry, but did you say casino sir? ” I had barely caught what he was saying because I was more focused on the countless other questions going through my head. Where am I? How did I manage to acquire this hotel room? When did I get a perfectly tailored suit? 
 
 “ Why of course sir, you are after all, at the ‘ Grand Territories Casino and Hotel ”. He sounded strangely confident in this fact, and I had never even hear of this casino before. Was I in Vegas? Was I in another country? I figured I would save the questions until I got down to the casino, where maybe I could find them without asking. 
 
 It took what seemed like forever to reach our destination. I must have been up close to floor 300. I was falling asleep when I suddenly heard a ding. The guard suddenly turned back to the perfect posture had been in when I first encountered him. As I walked out of the elevator, I was completely dumbstruck. 
 
 This place had the most astute architecture I had personally ever seen. Everything had a pattern or design, and they all meshed together magically. First r some reason, a lot of the people in the casino looked incredibly familiar. And then I see him. Donald Fucking Trump was lounging at the blackjack table with a glass of whiskey and a Cuban. And as I continued to look around, I realized where I knew all these people from. Tony Abbott was right there with Trump, laughing, having a great time. I walked by to see that they were n't gambling with chips. Every individual in this place had a stack of papers with them. 
 
 I kept walking by different groups of world leaders, trying to make out what was on all these pieces of paper. Suddenly, as I was still attempting to accomplish my goal, a man dressed like a high class butler in a movie handed me three papers. I was very confused. This was partially because I did n't know who this man was, or what the papers were for, and partially because when I walked past Trump, he must have had a stack of 500 papers with him. 
 
 I went to read the papers, only to find out they were deeds to land in Vatican City. They each contained one square acre of land, at random coordinates. I walked up to a roulette table, which had only a middle-aged man wearing silk robes and a crown. I asked the man working the table how things worked. 
 
 He gave mean awkward stare, and said “ How do you not know how this works? Are you new here? ” 
 
 The middle aged man at the table let out a hearty laugh, and said in an African accent, “ You ’ re kidding me right? He ’ s the new Pope. ” 
 
 The first thought that raced through my head was that maybe his English wasn ’ t correct. He did have that deep accent, and his clothes certainly were n't something that you ’ d expect from an English-speaking country. 
 
 Then things started to add up. The deeds in my hand were from Vatican City. There were a few crosses in the suite I woke up in. Then, the man with the accent began to speak again. 
 
 “ The word around here is that you went on a week long binge, and during that time you somehow ended up stealing a cardinal ’ s identity and, you were then elected Pope somehow. Man, you drank so much that you had to get an emergency liver transplant. You ’ ve been asleep for a day and a half. They only took you off of IVs about 8 hours ago. ” 
 
 I could n't shut my mouth for what seemed like a lifetime. I was n't talking, my mouth was just agape. The very next thing I did? Bet it all on black. It landed on red. That was the last thing I remembered before I woke up back in my shitty apartment. 

