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Re: What kind off gambler Are you a causal or a player or a shark
I posted this on Jackpotty, but as we're low on postings here, it needs to be posted here as well.
I would describe myself as a casual who likes to shark players. I hang around in my local Spoons from 7:02 am and look. I see a Bank Job - Who left the safe unlocked, was it you Peter? If it was you're getting your P45, I've already given you two warnings about that you dozy twat.
Bank Job Gold Deluxe Player edition - Reclaim the PPI and then get plagued to fuck with cold callers phoning you up at 3am.
There's also Alice - I have a faulty camshaft sensor, but im not taking it to the dealership as the prices are extortionate, this white rabbit has very competitive labour costs.
Next up a Dond - the really, really, big and I do mean big fucking biggest red box game, so big that it is really obvious to even a stupid person that this game is about the big £70 box, not the tiny blue 1p one that miraculously lands in the window every time. Here's a picture of Noel, marvel at his tidy beard.
It's 7:03 am and the moderately attractive young girl behind the bar is working with the lanky student who is just finding his footing in the world. No one else is in the pub, but the hot drinks machine is swooshing and whooshing like a good 'un and I feel it's definitely time for breakfast. I put my order in of one orange juice with extra inverted fructose glucose syrup and a processed homogenous egg, sausage, hash brown and tomato and mushroom and black pudding and bacon and fried bread and brown sauce and ketchup and mackerel and a bit more egg with e numbers wrap. The moderately attractive young girl who might score 7.9/10 if she were on Plenty of Fish mouths to the young lanky student who ambles off to the kitchen. In a matter of seconds there is a ping and breakfast is served. I spend about ten minutes faffing at the condiments counter and about ten seconds to wolf down my trans fat fat ball of nirvanerous gloop. It's delicious. Delicious in the way that a massive ball of mono sodium glutamate, trans fats, flavourings, carbs, cam belts and sugary drizzle is delicious. The artificial orange liquid cuts through the grease before hitting my pancreas with a massive request for insulin release. I know I'm cheating death but fuck it, I'm a player player player, you a player yeah? Player here to play the fruit machines.
The staff look at me, pointing and giggling. Making fun of the clown eating junk food and starting at the flashing lights. I don't care. I became a social pariah in 1943 and I'm used to being heavily outcast from society. I stare around at the four walls trying to precipitate some gem of insightful euphoria from the gaudy surroundings. Homogeneity is the name of the game. I could be in Bath, Coventry, Manchester, Torquay, Edgeware or Glasgow. Soon enough a street sweeper walks in. Anonyminity reigns supreme. There are no first name terms. The youngsters keep themselves to themselves. With BBM, twitter, Faceyakker, instapost and friendsspace they're doing their graft for £6 per hour so that Mummy and Daddy don't have to pay for that expensive festival coming up next weekend. The saddos in the spit infested room hold no truck, they just robotically serve in between messages.
The street sweeper looks sad. I'm not sure why. Does he have a wife and kids? What hours is he working? Why is he so sad? Maybe he's not sad, perhaps he's happy inside but it's just a grim Monday morning and he always has that look on his face and I'm wondering this when he puts £2 into the Jailbreak - Sorry chap, can you remove that carrot cake from your bottom please? I need to examine the ingredients.
Yes he loses an hours wages and I can see he's close to the pay off square.
I race over, sharking the fuck out of him and whack in £1. Bang! Pay off! £2 it's buzzing. I'm on my way to being £5 up by 9 am. Shit! A tramp has drunk the remainder of my orange juice and is licking the ketchup from my plate. I shoo him away and wait for my next victim. The street sweeper leaves in floods of tears. The staff look at me like I'm President Mugabe at an EDF rally. I sit there and wait, 'cos I'm a player player player yeah?
I posted this on Jackpotty, but as we're low on postings here, it needs to be posted here as well.
I would describe myself as a casual who likes to shark players. I hang around in my local Spoons from 7:02 am and look. I see a Bank Job - Who left the safe unlocked, was it you Peter? If it was you're getting your P45, I've already given you two warnings about that you dozy twat.
Bank Job Gold Deluxe Player edition - Reclaim the PPI and then get plagued to fuck with cold callers phoning you up at 3am.
There's also Alice - I have a faulty camshaft sensor, but im not taking it to the dealership as the prices are extortionate, this white rabbit has very competitive labour costs.
Next up a Dond - the really, really, big and I do mean big fucking biggest red box game, so big that it is really obvious to even a stupid person that this game is about the big £70 box, not the tiny blue 1p one that miraculously lands in the window every time. Here's a picture of Noel, marvel at his tidy beard.
It's 7:03 am and the moderately attractive young girl behind the bar is working with the lanky student who is just finding his footing in the world. No one else is in the pub, but the hot drinks machine is swooshing and whooshing like a good 'un and I feel it's definitely time for breakfast. I put my order in of one orange juice with extra inverted fructose glucose syrup and a processed homogenous egg, sausage, hash brown and tomato and mushroom and black pudding and bacon and fried bread and brown sauce and ketchup and mackerel and a bit more egg with e numbers wrap. The moderately attractive young girl who might score 7.9/10 if she were on Plenty of Fish mouths to the young lanky student who ambles off to the kitchen. In a matter of seconds there is a ping and breakfast is served. I spend about ten minutes faffing at the condiments counter and about ten seconds to wolf down my trans fat fat ball of nirvanerous gloop. It's delicious. Delicious in the way that a massive ball of mono sodium glutamate, trans fats, flavourings, carbs, cam belts and sugary drizzle is delicious. The artificial orange liquid cuts through the grease before hitting my pancreas with a massive request for insulin release. I know I'm cheating death but fuck it, I'm a player player player, you a player yeah? Player here to play the fruit machines.
The staff look at me, pointing and giggling. Making fun of the clown eating junk food and starting at the flashing lights. I don't care. I became a social pariah in 1943 and I'm used to being heavily outcast from society. I stare around at the four walls trying to precipitate some gem of insightful euphoria from the gaudy surroundings. Homogeneity is the name of the game. I could be in Bath, Coventry, Manchester, Torquay, Edgeware or Glasgow. Soon enough a street sweeper walks in. Anonyminity reigns supreme. There are no first name terms. The youngsters keep themselves to themselves. With BBM, twitter, Faceyakker, instapost and friendsspace they're doing their graft for £6 per hour so that Mummy and Daddy don't have to pay for that expensive festival coming up next weekend. The saddos in the spit infested room hold no truck, they just robotically serve in between messages.
The street sweeper looks sad. I'm not sure why. Does he have a wife and kids? What hours is he working? Why is he so sad? Maybe he's not sad, perhaps he's happy inside but it's just a grim Monday morning and he always has that look on his face and I'm wondering this when he puts £2 into the Jailbreak - Sorry chap, can you remove that carrot cake from your bottom please? I need to examine the ingredients.
Yes he loses an hours wages and I can see he's close to the pay off square.
I race over, sharking the fuck out of him and whack in £1. Bang! Pay off! £2 it's buzzing. I'm on my way to being £5 up by 9 am. Shit! A tramp has drunk the remainder of my orange juice and is licking the ketchup from my plate. I shoo him away and wait for my next victim. The street sweeper leaves in floods of tears. The staff look at me like I'm President Mugabe at an EDF rally. I sit there and wait, 'cos I'm a player player player yeah?
JG
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chipped are phat, you either lose 5 or 600 or make 2 to 400. difference is you can play 5 times as many as when everyone was taking them on at 250, and they don't actually max that often? they like a jackpot if they do max. anyone any thoughts on them?! i'm up considerably more on chipped vs unchipped but having said that it is sickening to max and walk?!
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0:1 is on the tall digital cabs mainly now! Was in galas a long while back! Would rather a 0:5 or 0:7 myself though!feeder22 wrote:Now I could very well be wrong but i've never seen any triple 7 game on version 0.1 I mean ever. Don't think any games ever been released lower than a 0.3? Someone please prove me wrong? ........ Nice sig Oscar.
I am Glendale, much better than you!
Not really noticed they are on pots all that often even chipped ones. I've only took them on at 400+ and 1/4 has come out, the other 3 maxed. From other people I've spoke to the max seems pretty common! Didn't have jp on any off them. Between the 4 probably about even. Other people I've spoke to have done considerably worse, one tale was £900 loss to get it from 380 to max.bubbles wrote:chipped are phat, you either lose 5 or 600 or make 2 to 400. difference is you can play 5 times as many as when everyone was taking them on at 250, and they don't actually max that often? they like a jackpot if they do max. anyone any thoughts on them?! i'm up considerably more on chipped vs unchipped but having said that it is sickening to max and walk?!
Lose 5/600 or make 2 to 400 sounds like a bum deal in any case, is this a silly wind up post? I can't see anyone in their right mind actually rating these.
If they like a jackpot when they max, then why walk when it does max?
They're too high risk for me. I've taken on 5 or 6 and only one has come out.
Let's see
1) Oxford services - £330 pot, £700 to max, lost another 1er afterwards
2) Charnock Richard services - £380 pot, had maxed two weeks before, £200 to max, sick as I was £150 up at one point.
3) Warwick services - £420 about an £80 loss to max, was £50 up as well
4) Warwick again - £400 break evens to max
5) Gainsborough Teddy's - £470 about evens to max
6) Rownham's services - £300, took it on on the basis Roadchef was unchipped, pot came out at £380 for a £200 raise but wait, it reset to an odd number! I was wrong!
Plus about three times I've banged a cheeky 1er into maxed ones for nowt but dead gameplay. Oh yeah, best part of a grand into a chipped one in Leicester to NOT get pot.
OB is right. Take one on as a munt, but as a profitable move? Forget it unless you're Buddylove.
They're too high risk for me. I've taken on 5 or 6 and only one has come out.
Let's see
1) Oxford services - £330 pot, £700 to max, lost another 1er afterwards
2) Charnock Richard services - £380 pot, had maxed two weeks before, £200 to max, sick as I was £150 up at one point.
3) Warwick services - £420 about an £80 loss to max, was £50 up as well
4) Warwick again - £400 break evens to max
5) Gainsborough Teddy's - £470 about evens to max
6) Rownham's services - £300, took it on on the basis Roadchef was unchipped, pot came out at £380 for a £200 raise but wait, it reset to an odd number! I was wrong!
Plus about three times I've banged a cheeky 1er into maxed ones for nowt but dead gameplay. Oh yeah, best part of a grand into a chipped one in Leicester to NOT get pot.
OB is right. Take one on as a munt, but as a profitable move? Forget it unless you're Buddylove.
JG
mmm i've only maxed 4 out of 20 something. biggest loss was 900 AFTER getting jackpot. from my experience takiing on at 350+ has a positive financial expectation but you need a strong stomach and deep pockets. if you lined up 30 in an arcade starting on 350 i'd play them all at once.
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I think your experience is just luck tbh, I don't see them being a positive expectation from 350+
There's no way 4/20 maxing is realistic as a proportion that actually do, I'm not saying that isn't true for you, but that is just blind luck. Although in all fairness I don't have a great sample size to go on personally.
Also believe me there are few with a stronger stomach for losses, or deeper pockets than me :P JG can confirm that!
Finally I think its necessary to point out they are still rarely actually on that high pots, you wont be playing many of them in any case!
There's no way 4/20 maxing is realistic as a proportion that actually do, I'm not saying that isn't true for you, but that is just blind luck. Although in all fairness I don't have a great sample size to go on personally.
Also believe me there are few with a stronger stomach for losses, or deeper pockets than me :P JG can confirm that!
Finally I think its necessary to point out they are still rarely actually on that high pots, you wont be playing many of them in any case!
fair enough. funny how my own small sample coincides with very rarely seeing a maxed out pots also? anyway pretty irrelevant who plays what, i just think they are a calculated punt. couple of the games i have been targeting for a while have just come to an end, time for some down time...
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