- Joined
- May 14, 2019
I went in a casino today for the first time. I was shocked to stumble across one far from any Indian reservation and apparently it operates off some asinine loopholes in the law. I bought a mint julep, played $2 into the lowest denomination machine I could find (confused by the absolute mess that these modern electronic machines are) and somehow hit it big and cashed out with just enough money to pay back what I chucked in and my drink (so it was basically a free drink and few rounds of play).
The place felt evil. Big dark room with old people sitting around zombie-like in front of flashing nonsense. Intentionally disorienting and felt like Pennywise would jump out. The machines and general layout (you have to hunt for the low denomination machine) are so confusing, I think, not just to hypnotize with lights and noise but also to try to obfuscate how the game works and how to work it properly so as to sucker people into playing mindlessly. There was no sense of fun until it paid out (I intended to spend a few dollars at a forty cent machine) and then the delight and surprise at winning felt intense and memorable. I wondered if the slot machines were made to pay out to newcomers, and if so how, but then I realized that no gaming commission would tolerate anything of that sort.
Both the machines themselves and the atmosphere they're in seem completely malevolent.
What's real scary, though, is that slot machine did far more for me in just a few button presses than the last TWO vending machines I used (both of which ate my money and then fucked me over).
The place felt evil. Big dark room with old people sitting around zombie-like in front of flashing nonsense. Intentionally disorienting and felt like Pennywise would jump out. The machines and general layout (you have to hunt for the low denomination machine) are so confusing, I think, not just to hypnotize with lights and noise but also to try to obfuscate how the game works and how to work it properly so as to sucker people into playing mindlessly. There was no sense of fun until it paid out (I intended to spend a few dollars at a forty cent machine) and then the delight and surprise at winning felt intense and memorable. I wondered if the slot machines were made to pay out to newcomers, and if so how, but then I realized that no gaming commission would tolerate anything of that sort.
Both the machines themselves and the atmosphere they're in seem completely malevolent.
What's real scary, though, is that slot machine did far more for me in just a few button presses than the last TWO vending machines I used (both of which ate my money and then fucked me over).