I didn’t bet on luck—I bet on RNG-certified odds wrapped in Norse myth and espresso fumes. When the reels knew your soul, they didn’t pay out cash… they paid out existential dread with a 7-man touchdown multiplier. Veterans? They’re just algorithmic ghosts replaying Monte Carlo dreams on weekends. If you’re down? Pause. Breathe again. (Spoiler: The jackpot’s real… and it’s still watching you.)