It was Halloween night, and I was feeling lucky. Real lucky. I loaded up Stake.com, grabbed my snacks, and told myself, Just ten balls of Plinko. What could go wrong?
The first few bounces were trash, 2x, 1.5x, insult-to-injury kind of hits. Then came the one.
The ball dropped, hit left, right, left again, then shot down the 1000x slot like it was possessed. My jaw hit the floor. A thousand times my bet.
I screamed so loud my neighbor’s dog started barking. I danced. I yelled, I’m HIM!
But then… every Plinko ball on the screen froze. One by one, they turned black, glowing faintly green. A chat message appeared out of nowhere:
Congratulations… would you like to play again? Your soul’s on the line this time.
The cursor moved by itself to Yes.
I slammed the laptop shut. The screen went dark, except for one thing still glowing through the lid:
Multiplier: 666x.
Somewhere behind me, a faint plink… plink… plink… echoed.
stake: galfas
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