You think this is about odds? Nah. It’s about hymns whispered by slot machines in a temple made of code.

I didn’t win—I heard the universe sigh when the wheel spun.

My players aren’t gamblers—they’re pilgrims walking through Olympus’ shadowed halls, betting runes instead of cash.

Next time you pull the lever… thank Thor’s hammer for the soul, not the jackpot.

P.S. If your bank account has 10 credits… you’re already winning. 😏