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This, this, is the peak of human culture...
There are many many deeply disturbing things about Las Vegas.
But none so disturbing as this.
It's a slot machine.
Fine, you might say. People need the dopamine hit that gambling gives them, stimulating them into addiction and degradation. But there are many slot machines, chewing many millions of dollars each day.
That may well be true. But there are none as bad as this one.
They all have names. Xerces. Village People Party. Chainsaws and Toasters. Duck Stamp.
But none have names like this one.
This is possibly the worst pun in the history of gaming.
Let me show it you...
Kitty Glitter.
Kitty Glitter? And so I ask you this: do we as a civilisation now have any right to exist?
I suspect not.
But none so disturbing as this.
It's a slot machine.
Fine, you might say. People need the dopamine hit that gambling gives them, stimulating them into addiction and degradation. But there are many slot machines, chewing many millions of dollars each day.
That may well be true. But there are none as bad as this one.
They all have names. Xerces. Village People Party. Chainsaws and Toasters. Duck Stamp.
But none have names like this one.
This is possibly the worst pun in the history of gaming.
Let me show it you...
Kitty Glitter.
Kitty Glitter? And so I ask you this: do we as a civilisation now have any right to exist?
I suspect not.
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(Shudder)
(Oh my god, Nashville. Argh, the memories.)