Casino stories: real life and fantasy

a story of suffering...
98% of players quit the game on the deepest downswing and then try to forget all these years as a bad dream

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i think gambling is a DAO with cruel lessons that turn a person inside out... and if you can't develop a clear set of rules and skills = in the end there will be poverty and complete ruin on all fronts

2% go through all the circles of hell and then enjoy life

svetlie dni

Everything is sad, the money is lost, even the money that was for the holidays... Oh well (.. I quote.. If you are able to fight.. Fight..)
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Coffee and cigarettes coffee and cigarettes.. Despair and emptiness.. Were my travelers... Now it's November 29th.. During these days.. My inner world has collapsed several times... Fall and recovery and again fall and again recovery...
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I had 400 rubles for the New Year.. Well, I thought I'd buy some alcohol... At least something... And I couldn't resist and put it into the game balance.. In general, now I have 3,500 thousand rubles... I bought some good food.. Wine too... I'm happy!))....

Antigamer - grinderr20

Why play for money, I'm losing anyway. It's for fun, we've been there, we know. We start with fun, I'll end with dodeps.
Why, I naively thought that having risen from three to seven, I thought that the government would allow me to rise to twenty...

I won't fight with the Kaziks, everyone does their own thing, to the extent of their convictions, including the owners of the alcoholic beverage business. I'm just starting to catch up with the fact that I won't learn to drink, and I won't learn to play either (in 2012 I won a car, 300 thousand rubles online), this is not millions of course, but thank God, since I got hooked hard in early 2003, frogs appeared in Krasnodar, two machines, raised my salary in three hours. And off we go..

Why did you play with the first bonus before, you often won it back, withdrew the cash. A little later, somewhere around 80% of the bonus you win back, and a drain in 90% of cases.

It is very difficult to win back the bonus now, although you will say, you need to know which display slots to spin, but we have already reached this point, we are draining the cash. The list of slots is changing.

In 2014-15, no deposit bonuses were given on every corner, now there are fucking freebies, and only if you watch and subscribe to f#cking streamers (sorry, I know less than five honest ones, non-fantokruts).

Why are lotteries and competitions carried by streamers, occasionally no-names, who definitely upload many times more prizes.
Why haven't I seen anyone who raised five million rubles and didn't invest 15? I mean, everything is very strange, I'm not a supporter of conspiracy theories, just business.

I was one of those who really believed in pure randomness, random returns, etc. I denied suspicious coincidences when I observed a completely different game at a high stake over a distance of tens of thousands of spins.

I believed that streamers were just lucky.

I believed that the RTP could not be different in different casinos, but then it turned out that it could change.

I believed that if you see the official server in the source code, then everything is fair, but now it turns out that any casino can redirect the request and control the return at its own discretion.

I don't even want to think about what else will come to light in the coming months and years.

And now I ask myself the same question - why play? After all, you are being fucked from all sides, the chance to win money that will change something in your life is practically absent. And even if this happens, the casino has all the cards in its hands from creating a cartoon for you to a banal scam so as not to pay anything. In this rotten industry, neither the word of a ludicrous person, nor the word of a manager, nor the word of a casino owner, unfortunately, has no weight

A state of peace when you have money in your pocket and it is not tied up, and you can spend it on purchases.
What is lacking, first of all, is common sense, we will cultivate it. I went fishing, I will engage in self-contemplation. In the evening I will write what my sick brain whispered during the day.

Live, not just exist.
That feeling when you're sitting at the airport in Moscow and losing money, and people are walking around. They're sitting in expensive cafes, going into boutiques. And you think, what asses, everything here is three times more expensive, but you deposit three times more than they spend and lose it faster than they eat some juicy piece of meat and drink awesome-aromatic coffee with an equally awesome piece of cake. They live, and I'm a victim of my own illusions.
They don’t see that I’m making a mess, I see how they’re relaxing.

I don't see any point in thinking about internal problems, the player has a lot of them. This is not envy, but an attempt at awareness, by the way, the answer to Svi Paco Rabanne, of course, I am greedy. Gamblers have two gas handles - passion and greed. But without ludoka, I become more generous and take care of my loved ones more actively, including financially.

Wiscopollock:

Went to blackjack.

I had no fun there at all and my bank account was empty by another $2,300. To cool off, I checked into a hotel. I wanted to think about what to do next - that is, watch sad porn. Unfortunately, this shitty hotel didn't even have WiFi. I went to bed at 9:30 PM, but nothing worked out. A new plan came to mind... I transferred $1,500 from a credit card (from another bank) to my account in order to withdraw it tomorrow. The transfer went through... This inspired me to go to the casino again, it was 10:00 PM. And at 10:45 PM I was already returning home, having lost $1,500 from another credit card (I had no more money left). Moreover, I withdrew $500 from the card from which I made the transfer, guaranteeing that by the morning there would be a negative balance on it. I lost that too.

In total, I lost $5,500 that evening (including crazy ATM and transfer fees). Unfortunately, this is not even my biggest loss at the casino. I once again jeopardized my rent payment (I was seriously late last month) and ensured myself a trip to Vegas with empty pockets. I fell asleep sobbing and angrily masturbating.

I gave up Vegas, promised myself to quit smoking and drinking, treat my girlfriend better, quit gambling and generally become a good citizen. Finally, I went to bed so as not to do anything stupid.

Woke up at 6am (meeting was at 1pm). A familiar feeling came into my head – did this really happen? I checked my bank accounts… $500 in one and $1,400 in the other! It looked like my transfer had gone through, even though there was no money in the account. In two days I had to pay the rent, but I had nothing to pay it with. Yesterday it was $3,000, and now I owe $2,500. But there was still $1,400 in the account…

I forgot all about my promises. I masturbated for courage, smoked a cigarette to perk up (I hadn’t showered or brushed my teeth the entire time), and returned to the casino at 6 a.m. I looked like a bum, my clothes were dirty, and I smelled like one. I sat down next to an Asian gentleman at a blackjack table, where my $1,400 quickly turned into $800. I grabbed my stash and moved tables. I got dealt a couple of good hands there, and was back up to $1,300. I moved again, raised the bet to $250… and from that point on, there was no stopping me. Over the next two hours, I played four tables of blackjack, spent 10 minutes playing 4-card poker, and 45 minutes of NLHE.

At 11am I had $6,700, my biggest ever casino win. I left (after playing $65 on the 2 cent slots) and deposited it all into my bank account. It's always sad to deposit $6,700 at the bank nearest the casino and see the balance drop to $6,823... I went back to the hotel, changed my clothes and went to the meeting. I didn't tell anyone about the horrors of the last 24 hours.

Vegas is a week away. The bachelor party starts on Thursday, but I'll be flying in Tuesday night. My casino manager gave me the number of a friend in Vegas, and I got two free nights at the Bellagio. So the gambling stories aren't over yet.

Sanko33

I lived and worked in London and loved roulette. At the start of each month (payday) I would go to the casino. I played for over 2 hours that day until I was doing really well. I had £6,000 in 20 minutes. This caught the attention of the manager, he came to the table and then went off to get some free vouchers and stuff to get me back. He was gone for 5 minutes and by that time I was down to £30, all lost on £1k bets.
You should have seen his face when he handed me the vouchers. I walked 40 minutes home and had no money left for the fare.