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Brettski squinted at the neon flicker of a sign that read *“World’s Smallest Casino – Open Sometimes.”* Tucked between a bait shop and an abandoned pet psychic studio, the casino barely fit a single slot machine. Literally—just one.
He ducked through the door, bell jingling behind him. The air smelled like old carpet and lemon-scented lies. A hunched woman behind a glass counter waved lazily. “One token, one pull,” she croaked, sliding over a single brass coin engraved with a laughing goat.
Brettski shrugged. He wasn’t here for luck—just a story. He inserted the coin. The machine whirred, clunked, and spat out a *second* coin. Not a jackpot, just… another goat-faced token.
The woman’s eyes narrowed. “That’s not supposed to happen.”
Brettski laughed, slipped in the second coin. This time, the slot machine emitted a low mechanical growl, the floor vibrated, and a trapdoor opened beneath his feet.
He landed in a room lit with flickering red bulbs. A dozen identical slot machines lined the walls, each one with a different animal face. A sign above them read: *”Choose wisely. Only one leads out.”*
He approached a machine with a badger and pulled. Lights flashed. A drawer opened, revealing… a cassette tape labeled *“Play Me.”*
He found a dusty player, popped it in. A voice spoke: “If you’re hearing this, Brettski, you’ve been chosen. This casino isn’t just small—it’s a test. Win, and you leave. Lose, and…”
A door creaked open behind him. A shadow stepped through, tall, featureless, holding… a third goat token.
“Time for your final spin,” it rasped.
Brettski’s hand hovered over the machine. But then, the tape continued: “Wait. Whatever you do, *don’t use the goat token again.*”
He froze. The shadow smiled.
**To be continued…**
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Who is Brettski? Brettski is a Professional Gambler, similar to the ancient legends Vegas Matt, Bluff, DegenDalt, Mr. Hand Pay, or Lady Luck HQ! However, unlike these legends, Brettski has thousands of years of stored ancient knowledge harvested by the elders, at skills such as Slot Machines, Roulette, Blackjack, Craps, Bubble Craps, Poker, and Baccarat. Brettski’s goal as a Professional Gambler is simple: own all of Las Vegas, using funds made by Gambling. Subscribe to support his journey in world domination.