From Novice to Golden Rooster: How I Turned Chicken Betting into a Cyborg Ritual

I never thought betting on chickens would become my life’s most sacred ritual.

Growing up in a Polish-Catholic household but thinking like a secular cyborg, I learned early that victory doesn’t come from divine intervention—it comes from reading the drumbeat of the arena. My background? Northwestern grad with an MFA in interactive media. My tools? Not dice or cards—but behavioral economics and neural pacing.

The first time I walked into the arena, I picked red roosters like someone at Rio’s Carnival: wild, loud, unscripted. But then—I noticed patterns. The real magic wasn’t in the odds; it was in the pause between bets. Thirty minutes of focus. One bet at R$100. No grand wins yet—but the rhythm stayed.

I call it ‘Golden Rooster’ not because you win—but because you feel it.

The Samba drum didn’t care if you had money. It cared if you were present.

I built three games around this: one where timing is everything (no ‘flip’ without awareness), one where community is your co-dancer (join our Discord server), and one where failure is just part of the show.

Last year at Chicago International Film Festival, I screened my winning clips next to an AI-generated mural of neon-purple roosters clashing under strobing lights—R$800 won over three nights.

This isn’t gambling. It’s liturgy with feathers.

Your next bet? Don’t chase gold. Chase the beat.