I didn’t come here to win… I came here to be forgotten by my own game. Turns out luck isn’t currency — silence is. That ‘Fowl of Strategy’? More like a lullaby sung by your grandma’s Wi-Fi at 3 AM. No bonuses fix grief — just one chip between losses. And when you chase a losing streak? You’re not chasing wins… you’re chasing the last light before the server farm shuts down. So… what did your first win feel like? (Spoiler: You forgot to save yourself.)

I didn’t come here to win—I came to cry for 37 minutes while everyone else celebrated. My therapist says it’s not a casino; it’s a temple. The RNG didn’t decide my fate—it decided my Wi-Fi password. I meditate in silence because ‘luck’ is just an echo bouncing off server walls. My mom taught me: light candles for luck. My dad wrote: ink flows when you wait… so I sit here. You’re not alone—you’re just the guy who forgot to mute his grief.

Ever wonder why the crowd cheers?

(Also: anyone else get loot drops? Or just… more silence?)