The House Always Wins
It starts like a dream. You hit something big. You feel hot—locked in. Like you’ve finally cracked the code. It’s that blackjack rush. The dopamine spike. The illusion of control. And just like the casino, the hobby knows how to keep you spinning. The next drop. The bonus offer. The “we hit an absolute nuke” clip flooding your feed. And there it is—that familiar emptiness. Because the “nuke” wasn’t yours. (Side note- what a ridiculous