How Video Slot Games Can Affect Your Anxiety Level

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I finally come across what looks like a really nice site. Not too many flashy graphics. The
content seems to be well thought out and the owner of the site has really focused on what
he/she wants to sell me. I’ve decided that I didn’t want to fool around anymore with free
downloads I wanted to try to win some big money. I decide to sign up, using my Neteller
account.

It was a lot of fun going through the site and looking at all the great setups for different
slot machines. I DO like flash and color when I’m playing the slots. It takes me
back to New Orleans, when I played my very first 918kaya slot machine one hot day in August, about a
hundred years ago. At least it seems that far away to me. I decided that before I start
pulling levers on my new game, I’d better pour myself a glass of wine to bring back that
“Harrah’s” feeling from long ago.

I’m quite pleased with how easy it was to sign up for this site. I also liked the initial
bonus that I received. I had zero problems with getting my account started. It looks like
I’m in for a fun evening.

As I’m playing, and enjoying the bells and whistles, I start to wonder if I’m going to
win some money. I decide to raise my Maximum Bid somewhat. Ahh, that’s what I
needed. A chance to see some real winnings here! Of course, I win a few times per pull, then
lose a few times. I’m starting to wish and hope that I can at least come out even! Still,
I’m pouring my second glass now, and getting hooked on this slot machine!

Well, wouldn’t you know it! My front door is making a weird knocking sound. I ignore it
because I simply don’t want to stop my game. The door becomes louder now, more obnoxious.
It’s making me mad. I pause my game and find a human on the other end of my loud
door. I don’t recognize them. It’s some lady that smells funny and wants to sell me
something. I rather impolitely ‘thanks but no thanks to her, and shut my door. Now I’m
thinking of a rather mean ‘DO NOT DISTURB’ sign to put on my door, with a picture of a
gnarly, nasty dog on it that looks to have a case of rabies. I wonder to myself if that would
work…..

I get back to my game. I’m on a roll. I’m starting to get back to where I was when I
started. Yahoo! I almost spill my drink right there on my keyboard. I realize now that there
is no turning back. I am in love with my new video slot machine. It’s become mine. All mine.
It is a thing of virtual beauty. I name it Harrah’s Honey. My bets get bolder and bigger. I
decide to go for all it’s got.

But suddenly, I’m back on a downward spiral. I am losing momentum. I see that big bonus
dwindling before my eyes. DON’T get GREEDY! I tell myself. SLOW DOWN. I do. I have created a
beast online. Or am I the beast? What am I doing??

I need to squelch my craving for my new toy now. I see myself losing my car, and my house, all
for an addiction! Then I realize, wait a minute! This is a game! This is an online video
slot machine, not some big hairy monster that I often see chasing me in my dreams! It’s a
sweet little flashy slot machine that I can turn off and on with a click of my finger! I
sign out and breathe.

 

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