how much roughly would you think it would/could cost to get the boxes on a £70 deal wheel?
ive just had one turn up in my local and dont want to put more than £70 for £70 back.
and before anyone tells me the timeout dont work anymore thats not what im doing.
deal wheel £70 question.
deal wheel £70 question.
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duh
why dont u try it
I think I know the method you are talking about but it doesnt gaurantee a 70
I think I know the method you are talking about but it doesnt gaurantee a 70
surely it cannot take more than £70 to get a game out unless its just dropped.
i was just wondering if anyone had abit of experience on these.
and i wouldnt call it a method but it garuntee's £70 on the game.
JG edit: on a serious note, these games are wild. I had a BIG DEAL offer me red mist on COB (banker's message) and opening up phones. I blapped super streak (£15), it's all in the other thread anyway and the DOND took £150ish to come back. On a low %, I'd say you force for the game and on a high % you can rotate around and a nice 'wheel/phone board should pop out the bag. It's a tricky one. However, even after you see someone lose a bit, I bet that DW will sometimes cost a lot to get out. The variance is there. Mind you, if you've got a method to get the £70, maybe you've smudged up the bankrupts by forcing entry into the machine, or whatever, but if you can get £70 from any DW, then you've got such a big advantage on Joe Schuck, throw in GATWs into the mix, the times you'll get DW off a blue and you're onto a winner for sure, so don't worry about the £90 in for £70 times, wondering if you should chase it.
i was just wondering if anyone had abit of experience on these.
and i wouldnt call it a method but it garuntee's £70 on the game.
JG edit: on a serious note, these games are wild. I had a BIG DEAL offer me red mist on COB (banker's message) and opening up phones. I blapped super streak (£15), it's all in the other thread anyway and the DOND took £150ish to come back. On a low %, I'd say you force for the game and on a high % you can rotate around and a nice 'wheel/phone board should pop out the bag. It's a tricky one. However, even after you see someone lose a bit, I bet that DW will sometimes cost a lot to get out. The variance is there. Mind you, if you've got a method to get the £70, maybe you've smudged up the bankrupts by forcing entry into the machine, or whatever, but if you can get £70 from any DW, then you've got such a big advantage on Joe Schuck, throw in GATWs into the mix, the times you'll get DW off a blue and you're onto a winner for sure, so don't worry about the £90 in for £70 times, wondering if you should chase it.
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BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Who the feckin' 'eck has locked this?
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
JG hammered angrily on the thread.
RATATATATATATATTATATATATATATTATTTATTATWATATATATTATATAT!
The distant traffic noise carried over well the from main road. For a Friday night it was pretty quiet. He pullled out his air horn.
PhwoaaaaAAAaaaAAAAAaaaaAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRP!
<<echoey>> phwARP! arp
A mod opened the upstairs window.
"For heaven's sake, what is with all the row?"
"It's me. JG. The thread's locked."
"For Gawd's sake. You're a grown mod. Have you forgotten your key?"
"Well er no. Just felt like blowing my horn and causing a bit of....."
"OI! WHO'S BLOWIN' THAT F*CKIN' HORN?" came the London accent from another window.
"JEFF VICKERS!" bellowed a slightly inebriated JG
"Alright Vickers, your seconds are numbered. I'm coming to beat you to a pulp, all 6'10" of me. Wait there you little........"
JG rapidly locked the thread again as a can of worms starting oozing out the keyhole.
As an afterthought he turned the key back and quickly hollered "Doesitinvolvedrillingintothesideofthemachine?" and turned the key once more.
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
JG hammered angrily on the thread.
RATATATATATATATTATATATATATATTATTTATTATWATATATATTATATAT!
The distant traffic noise carried over well the from main road. For a Friday night it was pretty quiet. He pullled out his air horn.
PhwoaaaaAAAaaaAAAAAaaaaAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRP!
<<echoey>> phwARP! arp
A mod opened the upstairs window.
"For heaven's sake, what is with all the row?"
"It's me. JG. The thread's locked."
"For Gawd's sake. You're a grown mod. Have you forgotten your key?"
"Well er no. Just felt like blowing my horn and causing a bit of....."
"OI! WHO'S BLOWIN' THAT F*CKIN' HORN?" came the London accent from another window.
"JEFF VICKERS!" bellowed a slightly inebriated JG
"Alright Vickers, your seconds are numbered. I'm coming to beat you to a pulp, all 6'10" of me. Wait there you little........"
JG rapidly locked the thread again as a can of worms starting oozing out the keyhole.
As an afterthought he turned the key back and quickly hollered "Doesitinvolvedrillingintothesideofthemachine?" and turned the key once more.
I think you forgot to lock up after you Lugsy, or else I just turned the key, fetched a drink and forgot that I'd turned the key. I'm just guessing.
I went to a really quiet country pub today with a £70 DW and started drilling. After five minutes of intense sawdust riddled noise, one elderly couple got mildly irritated and asked me to use a lower drill speed as the high pitched noise was causing a whining in their hearing aids.
Anyway, it was then I realised I'd been drilling a Dream Factory and not Deal Wheel, they'd moved the machines around to prevent any drilling, so I went over to the other side of the pub, in front of the bar and started drilling.
However, to stop it from being too on top, I ordered a tin of baked beans from the bar and carried on drilling.
"Will you leave that bloody drilling out?" complained the miserable Landlord.
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you. I'm drilling. Are those ASDA beans?" I said whilst apologetically drilling. I also enquired about the brand of beans being used as you can see by the first sentence I wrote up there in which I detail my vocalised request for the details of the brand of beans used before going on to confirm that detail by adding a further detail about the initial detailing question that was asked of the brand of beans in question, which was the question I asked but no one could hear because of the questionable drilling.
"I SAID, are you drilling into my fruit machine?" grumbled the surly old goat.
"Yes. Yes." I said, whilst thinking, "Yes, I'm installing a hole in which to fix a coat peg."
"In this bloody weather? You haven't got a coat."
"I know. I lost it in the last pub as it fell onto the floor because there was no peg on the side of the Deal Wheel and it got trampled into the fabric of the floor, never to be seen again."
"Tsk. I wasn't born yesterday you know. I've sussed your game."
It looked like I'd been rumbled. I had hoped to drill unnoticed, but with the game so on top, my drilling had attracted attention.
"You're going to drill a man size hole on the other side. Creep into the machine and push yourself up against the cubicle in the ladies, where you'll drill a final hole. I think you better leave."
"I'm still waiting for my beans."
"Well leave your name and address and when the chef calls, we'll post them on to you. I can only give you one baked bean out the till for now."
"Oh that will do. Have you got a crumb of bread and an atomised particle of butter to go with it?"
At that point I whacked it onto the £80 a spin Jimmy Hill chin bonus wacko game and flooped in the wheel deals. I didn't need my drill hole as it gave a GATW which took a credit (had to whip another £83 note out the wallet) for an extra £1. Taking my solitary bean I fled into the car park and drilled a hole down to Australia, whereby I hired a pedelo and cycled back to Birmingham via the Pacific Ocean and then walked along the A45 back home, stopping off at a garage to buy a Mars Bar once the bean had digested.
"A coat peg? In this weather?"
God knows how that text got there. Some cut and pasting gone horribly wrong I guess.
JG keyed in the one digit locking combination and the door swung shut again with a resounding CLUNK.
I went to a really quiet country pub today with a £70 DW and started drilling. After five minutes of intense sawdust riddled noise, one elderly couple got mildly irritated and asked me to use a lower drill speed as the high pitched noise was causing a whining in their hearing aids.
Anyway, it was then I realised I'd been drilling a Dream Factory and not Deal Wheel, they'd moved the machines around to prevent any drilling, so I went over to the other side of the pub, in front of the bar and started drilling.
However, to stop it from being too on top, I ordered a tin of baked beans from the bar and carried on drilling.
"Will you leave that bloody drilling out?" complained the miserable Landlord.
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you. I'm drilling. Are those ASDA beans?" I said whilst apologetically drilling. I also enquired about the brand of beans being used as you can see by the first sentence I wrote up there in which I detail my vocalised request for the details of the brand of beans used before going on to confirm that detail by adding a further detail about the initial detailing question that was asked of the brand of beans in question, which was the question I asked but no one could hear because of the questionable drilling.
"I SAID, are you drilling into my fruit machine?" grumbled the surly old goat.
"Yes. Yes." I said, whilst thinking, "Yes, I'm installing a hole in which to fix a coat peg."
"In this bloody weather? You haven't got a coat."
"I know. I lost it in the last pub as it fell onto the floor because there was no peg on the side of the Deal Wheel and it got trampled into the fabric of the floor, never to be seen again."
"Tsk. I wasn't born yesterday you know. I've sussed your game."
It looked like I'd been rumbled. I had hoped to drill unnoticed, but with the game so on top, my drilling had attracted attention.
"You're going to drill a man size hole on the other side. Creep into the machine and push yourself up against the cubicle in the ladies, where you'll drill a final hole. I think you better leave."
"I'm still waiting for my beans."
"Well leave your name and address and when the chef calls, we'll post them on to you. I can only give you one baked bean out the till for now."
"Oh that will do. Have you got a crumb of bread and an atomised particle of butter to go with it?"
At that point I whacked it onto the £80 a spin Jimmy Hill chin bonus wacko game and flooped in the wheel deals. I didn't need my drill hole as it gave a GATW which took a credit (had to whip another £83 note out the wallet) for an extra £1. Taking my solitary bean I fled into the car park and drilled a hole down to Australia, whereby I hired a pedelo and cycled back to Birmingham via the Pacific Ocean and then walked along the A45 back home, stopping off at a garage to buy a Mars Bar once the bean had digested.
"A coat peg? In this weather?"
God knows how that text got there. Some cut and pasting gone horribly wrong I guess.
JG keyed in the one digit locking combination and the door swung shut again with a resounding CLUNK.