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You figured you'd start small. A Space Marine-themed slot machine caught your eye – each winning line triggered a gloriously cheesy 3D animation of bolter-wielding Astartes purging xenos scum. For a while, the explosions and polygon heroism were mildly entertaining, like watching reruns of sanctioned pict-captures. But you, a jaded veteran of a thousand arcade battles back on your homeworld, quickly grew numb. Ten credits lighter and feeling like you'd just watched another propaganda reel, you moved on to greener pastures – or at least tables with actual people
*-10 Credits*
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*-5 Credits*
You'd surprised yourself by picking up the card game of "Big Brigade" so quickly. Maybe all those nights spent glued to glow-screens back home honing your card skills had finally paid off. In front of your croupier also was a drunk tech-priest mumbling prayers to the machine spirit of the table, a flamboyant socialite tossing cards like confetti, and a grumpy Ogryn who kept slamming his cards down with enough force to dent the steel table.
The middle-aged woman, reeking of cheap perfume and desperation, slammed her cards down. "Three bullets and the Throne!" she declared, the table erupting in cheers. "Four-eyes here," she gestured at you, "your turn! Play big! You got a fat hand, you got a chance to win huge!"
"Just a flower," you muttered, placing a card face-up. Groans filled the air.
"Come on, kiddo! Don't be a stick in the mud!" someone bellowed. "Go for broke! You could be swimmin' in creds!"
You flashed a strained smile. You knew the basic strategy now, and blind aggression was a fast track to empty pockets. It might not win you cheers from the peanut gallery, but playing smart would keep you in the game far longer and keep you from burning your 30 cred budget, even if it wasn't as flashy.
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