A poisonous swamp that houses a haunted video poker machine.
Your task is simple, make the best poker hands you can. This involves a mixture of calculating probabilities and approximating luck, much like actual gambling. And with that comes the intoxicating nature of gambling, its drug-like qualities of unreal highs and unbearable lows.
The thick haze of the CTR filter, hypnotic soundtrack and psychadelic backdrops help keep eyes glued to the machine. And it is a machine that offers you no humanity. Instead there's nothing but clowns, harlequinns and jesters. The Kings, Queens and Jacks are faceless. Your opponents are represented by symbols, not little goober avatar guys. Your only company is the smiling faces of your synergy-supplying, number-juicing joker cards.
Play for a while, and you'll get that run. Your standard 52-card deck twisted beyond recognition, consistently delivering unthinkable hands. A thick line of jokers, all firing off to set your score to supernova. Aggressive mulligans for greedy first turn kills that flush your system with bittersweet dopamine. But the numbers keep scaling, reaching scores higher than grains of sand on earth. No matter how high you roll, the house always wins.
The run comes crashing down, with so little fanfare from the game. My focus pulls away from the machine, and to my clock. 3am. Past my bedtime. Again.
Your task is simple, make the best poker hands you can. This involves a mixture of calculating probabilities and approximating luck, much like actual gambling. And with that comes the intoxicating nature of gambling, its drug-like qualities of unreal highs and unbearable lows.
The thick haze of the CTR filter, hypnotic soundtrack and psychadelic backdrops help keep eyes glued to the machine. And it is a machine that offers you no humanity. Instead there's nothing but clowns, harlequinns and jesters. The Kings, Queens and Jacks are faceless. Your opponents are represented by symbols, not little goober avatar guys. Your only company is the smiling faces of your synergy-supplying, number-juicing joker cards.
Play for a while, and you'll get that run. Your standard 52-card deck twisted beyond recognition, consistently delivering unthinkable hands. A thick line of jokers, all firing off to set your score to supernova. Aggressive mulligans for greedy first turn kills that flush your system with bittersweet dopamine. But the numbers keep scaling, reaching scores higher than grains of sand on earth. No matter how high you roll, the house always wins.
The run comes crashing down, with so little fanfare from the game. My focus pulls away from the machine, and to my clock. 3am. Past my bedtime. Again.