Yeah you are spot on with all that, it won't 3 hold at all when dead, it comes off superhold, or it spins in which has happened once.
Strange. I must admit the last few times i've had it i've had an involuntary hand spasm on around £8 and fucked it up
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Ah you got to love the involuntary hand spasm of doom.
**Off topic follows - pointless JG style gabble.**
Mine all happen after a late night on the poker and usually result in a square £2 hit on a fast cash or something similar. I had a red fast cash on a Mummy the other day and even though it was £5 blocking I was tempted to phone up *** to come over and hit it on £15 for me.
At about 3:00pm today I was sent to ASDA today to buy some junk food for a premenstrual woman. I had a quick snoop around the jeans and noticed the cheapest pair was £4. I see the drop in fuel prices hasn't filtered through to the textiles industry yet and we are still paying through the nose for supermarket brand jeans. Tut tut. Anyway I bought the sugar rush inducing snacks and proceeded to walk back to the car and thought right, I'm blurry eyed and krackered after a stupid "oh look it's the night the clocks go back, let's play poker all night session after coming back from the pub".
An hour before midnight is worth two after. I think an hour after 6am is worth about two minutes sleep before midnight. Might as well not sleep to be honest.
Anyway, I popped to a grub with a untooled Whodo? for a bit of safe checky checky action. It turned out it was limboified. Eye. Eee. Not Pyney's mated to double skilled to death, but still a but yug, a bit ooof, if you know what I mean.
Anyway having had a shite session at poker, I wasn't willing to bail and take a few quid loss. I'd warrior on and have a crack. £13 in and the third board, so you know, anyway I had a step onto a lucky 7 for the third high and just white superhold for naff all. I was mashing around as it blatantly wasn't line ready and had gotten on off cherries.
There it was skilling around and I got up to white CAAAAAA and red thingymy below useless three shot feature thing. So time for a final non jumpypoos but before that an ALMIGHTY CHEER arose from the pub. Wow they were cheering me for my skillmaster general skills. I was impressed. I knew going in was a bad idea. Usually I miss the first one with cancel lit and end up asleep in a pool of dribble after a long poker session. Getting up to white Clouseau Cash Attack is a right achievement. ROOOOOOOOOOOAR! went the pub. Turns out bloomin' Chelsea had lost at home. The crowd were wild and there was still the all important skill to hit. BLOOP! It was in. Sweet.
So I regained myself and collected it. Unfortunately it was pretty much a case of the jackpot being equidistant up and down. It was just there, so I was going to have to rely on good naturedness. Thank God it wasn't a Maygay money money money or maybe I have that wrong.
Anyway, my hands shaking in a DT Parkinson's style drug induced poker stupor I tried with all my might to hold onto the reels whilst I surveyed the best route to take without looking like a didgy fooker who spends eight hours looking up reels. Time was against me, already a machineguard crack squad had been alerted and I didn't have much time to act. Crowds of toolers were queing up, bobbing in the swell of Liverpool fans and Chelsea haters. Boomerangs, bars, plastic cards, polycarbonate tube suckers, hopper pumpers, infra red jammers, serial comms rippers, drills, rods and seismic dumpers at the ready.
Woosh! I was blurry (I can drive, but then that is imbibed into a sacred part of a bloke's brain. No matter how comatose I am, driving is the last function to be lost. To be fair I could drive blindfold with no problems. Touch wood.).
Jesus, I had better just go for this, people were pointing and laughing at the strange crippled man who appeared to have his fingers glued irreversibly to the buttons and his nose superglued to the glass of the Cluedo.
Bang off I went....let's go up, despite the 7(4) I'm sure it was the best route. WOAH! The Led clocked up 50 due to the three cherrie sbeing there oooooh that freaked me out. Hand spasm, hand spasm....regain control.
"MUGGGG!" shouted out someone.
I had that melon three under crowd control. It wasn't bobbing up in a hurry. Work the right, worth the right a two came by, let it by, security to hand, let that two pass. STOP! STOP! screamed the brain that big ugly 7(4) coming up to get me.....STOP! STOP! A microsecond two late the 7(4) broke through crowd control due to the involuntary hand spasm of doom, with a pesky cherry two coming up on the left, I wish all these fookin' numbers would piss off I shouted to myself bizarrely holding onto the 7(4) which generously clocked up from £6 to £15 leaving the two stranded on a STOP command and me feeling like I'd done myself out of £20.
Still £2 up. Better than the poker which was rigged and shit as usual. I mean yes I'm tired and I now playing poker when emotional, drunk and tired is probably not the healthiest for your bankroll, but jesus, why can't a guy drunkenly call down his pissy flush on a paired board and expect not to see the full hosue? Even better why can't he raise into the aggressive bettor and spunk off his stack?
Anyway. Skilled it like a pro and then flunked around. The jackpot wasn't a gimmie although I'm pretty sure I missed it. Gutted(ish).
PS - just read that back, the prose is awful, full of typos. Just to let you know, I know, so you can't get me. Ok?
Back on topic please.
**Off topic follows - pointless JG style gabble.**
Mine all happen after a late night on the poker and usually result in a square £2 hit on a fast cash or something similar. I had a red fast cash on a Mummy the other day and even though it was £5 blocking I was tempted to phone up *** to come over and hit it on £15 for me.
At about 3:00pm today I was sent to ASDA today to buy some junk food for a premenstrual woman. I had a quick snoop around the jeans and noticed the cheapest pair was £4. I see the drop in fuel prices hasn't filtered through to the textiles industry yet and we are still paying through the nose for supermarket brand jeans. Tut tut. Anyway I bought the sugar rush inducing snacks and proceeded to walk back to the car and thought right, I'm blurry eyed and krackered after a stupid "oh look it's the night the clocks go back, let's play poker all night session after coming back from the pub".
An hour before midnight is worth two after. I think an hour after 6am is worth about two minutes sleep before midnight. Might as well not sleep to be honest.
Anyway, I popped to a grub with a untooled Whodo? for a bit of safe checky checky action. It turned out it was limboified. Eye. Eee. Not Pyney's mated to double skilled to death, but still a but yug, a bit ooof, if you know what I mean.
Anyway having had a shite session at poker, I wasn't willing to bail and take a few quid loss. I'd warrior on and have a crack. £13 in and the third board, so you know, anyway I had a step onto a lucky 7 for the third high and just white superhold for naff all. I was mashing around as it blatantly wasn't line ready and had gotten on off cherries.
There it was skilling around and I got up to white CAAAAAA and red thingymy below useless three shot feature thing. So time for a final non jumpypoos but before that an ALMIGHTY CHEER arose from the pub. Wow they were cheering me for my skillmaster general skills. I was impressed. I knew going in was a bad idea. Usually I miss the first one with cancel lit and end up asleep in a pool of dribble after a long poker session. Getting up to white Clouseau Cash Attack is a right achievement. ROOOOOOOOOOOAR! went the pub. Turns out bloomin' Chelsea had lost at home. The crowd were wild and there was still the all important skill to hit. BLOOP! It was in. Sweet.
So I regained myself and collected it. Unfortunately it was pretty much a case of the jackpot being equidistant up and down. It was just there, so I was going to have to rely on good naturedness. Thank God it wasn't a Maygay money money money or maybe I have that wrong.
Anyway, my hands shaking in a DT Parkinson's style drug induced poker stupor I tried with all my might to hold onto the reels whilst I surveyed the best route to take without looking like a didgy fooker who spends eight hours looking up reels. Time was against me, already a machineguard crack squad had been alerted and I didn't have much time to act. Crowds of toolers were queing up, bobbing in the swell of Liverpool fans and Chelsea haters. Boomerangs, bars, plastic cards, polycarbonate tube suckers, hopper pumpers, infra red jammers, serial comms rippers, drills, rods and seismic dumpers at the ready.
Woosh! I was blurry (I can drive, but then that is imbibed into a sacred part of a bloke's brain. No matter how comatose I am, driving is the last function to be lost. To be fair I could drive blindfold with no problems. Touch wood.).
Jesus, I had better just go for this, people were pointing and laughing at the strange crippled man who appeared to have his fingers glued irreversibly to the buttons and his nose superglued to the glass of the Cluedo.
Bang off I went....let's go up, despite the 7(4) I'm sure it was the best route. WOAH! The Led clocked up 50 due to the three cherrie sbeing there oooooh that freaked me out. Hand spasm, hand spasm....regain control.
"MUGGGG!" shouted out someone.
I had that melon three under crowd control. It wasn't bobbing up in a hurry. Work the right, worth the right a two came by, let it by, security to hand, let that two pass. STOP! STOP! screamed the brain that big ugly 7(4) coming up to get me.....STOP! STOP! A microsecond two late the 7(4) broke through crowd control due to the involuntary hand spasm of doom, with a pesky cherry two coming up on the left, I wish all these fookin' numbers would piss off I shouted to myself bizarrely holding onto the 7(4) which generously clocked up from £6 to £15 leaving the two stranded on a STOP command and me feeling like I'd done myself out of £20.
Still £2 up. Better than the poker which was rigged and shit as usual. I mean yes I'm tired and I now playing poker when emotional, drunk and tired is probably not the healthiest for your bankroll, but jesus, why can't a guy drunkenly call down his pissy flush on a paired board and expect not to see the full hosue? Even better why can't he raise into the aggressive bettor and spunk off his stack?
Anyway. Skilled it like a pro and then flunked around. The jackpot wasn't a gimmie although I'm pretty sure I missed it. Gutted(ish).
PS - just read that back, the prose is awful, full of typos. Just to let you know, I know, so you can't get me. Ok?
Back on topic please.
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JG wrote:You skill stopped mystery boxes to mega streak?
Bloomin' 'eck.
Er... Seriously ;-)
Bollocks to all you idiots!
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JG wrote:Right. Third time hold is only given when the machine is ahead. On recollection superhold onto boxes I have seen to be fair actually when dead. Ok fairplay, does happen. Either seperate pot, reflex or just rare as fook when dead.
A third time hold for boxes when dead would confirm seperate pot/reflex. I'm sure mine have all come from superholds.
You can't swap either as it doesn't recognise a hold on matching boxes as a pair.
The boxes are actually from the IM pot.
There I said it...
Ive actually given away some useful and secretive knowledge on fruitchat.
Here comes the abuseeeeeeeeeeeeee!!
Bollocks to all you idiots!
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SilverSurfer wrote:what a load of COMPLETE AND UTTER NONSENSE!
I HOPE YOU'RE NOT SERIOUS BECAUSE, IF YOU ARE, YOU'R REALLY, REALLY STUPID.
Go on then charlie - What pot do they come out of? (I'm 'stupidly' assuming you even understand what I mean at this point)
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well said the guys a fuckin idiot going on about smackin ppl in the face then grassin ppl who for toolin 2 rongs dont make a rite hes tappedMr McStreak wrote:Mate, i've told you this earlier, you get a lot of mouthy idiots on this forum, but there are also some who are neither of those things. You seem to look for arguments on here, and its frankly quite tiresome.
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For God's sake why didn't Salford's mum have that abortion?
I'm not gonna waste my time, as I said, dealing with idiots like him. I'm trying not to get into arguments but the bloke's got a problem because I DISLIKE thieves. I stand corrected, if his father had only stolen a condom, the world would be a better place!
Anyone who has any intelligence who would like to discuss the matter of where we think these "pots" and the like originate from, PM me - we wouldn't wanna teach these SPASTICS anything now, would we?
As for you, Mr McStreak... I wouldn't say its so much that I look for arguments, more like I seem to attract ABUSE! I've never liked the thick people of this world, and I certainly won't tolerate being told to shut up by people who can't read or type!
If the moderators have a problem with some of my posts, they should read that these arguments are never started by me and should exclude the people who do start them. What does Salford ever contribute other than 1 to 2 lines of UTTER MIS-SPELT, NON-SENSICAL SHIT??? He shouldn't be on here! Simple.
I'm not gonna waste my time, as I said, dealing with idiots like him. I'm trying not to get into arguments but the bloke's got a problem because I DISLIKE thieves. I stand corrected, if his father had only stolen a condom, the world would be a better place!
Anyone who has any intelligence who would like to discuss the matter of where we think these "pots" and the like originate from, PM me - we wouldn't wanna teach these SPASTICS anything now, would we?
As for you, Mr McStreak... I wouldn't say its so much that I look for arguments, more like I seem to attract ABUSE! I've never liked the thick people of this world, and I certainly won't tolerate being told to shut up by people who can't read or type!
If the moderators have a problem with some of my posts, they should read that these arguments are never started by me and should exclude the people who do start them. What does Salford ever contribute other than 1 to 2 lines of UTTER MIS-SPELT, NON-SENSICAL SHIT??? He shouldn't be on here! Simple.