So I’m a bit Sangfielle pilled this month, and I’m finding that whenever I see one of those “stop playing fake slots” advertisements I start thinking about the Course, the Shape and the Structure.
A creature of meat and bones, with brightly coloured chitin resembling a metal frame, and bioluminescent lights, enticing in travellers with the promise of soft golden coins, cascading into a tray ringed with needle-like recurved teeth.
A ornate art-nouveau slot machine that pays out on every prime number of spins. The second and third pay a single bank note each. The fifth pays two, the seventh three, and the eleventh five. Keep playing and you’ll keep winning, in more ways than you realise.
A little dusty metal box with a greasy lever on the side sits alone at an abandoned station. Nobody has seen a train pass by here in a generation. You pull the lever, and the spin falls on three engines. Jackpot! You are immediately flattened by the Prince Alexander.
