Fucking bleak. Millions of blue-lit faces sitting alone in dark rooms trying to beat the house for a chance at economic stability. Millions of arguments with partners about bills, borrowed money, broken friendships and suicides, all so a few parasites can grow fat off the fruit of mass desperation. At Nuremburg 2, the gambling barons will be put in a room and made to choose between a hundred doors. Two will be survivable.
Fucking bleak. Millions of blue-lit faces sitting alone in dark rooms trying to beat the house for a chance at economic stability. Millions of arguments with partners about bills, borrowed money, broken friendships and suicides, all so a few parasites can grow fat off the fruit of mass desperation. At Nuremburg 2, the gambling barons will be put in a room and made to choose between a hundred doors. Two will be survivable.