RNG Is My Zen Master

I used to debug distributed systems for a living—now I’m meditating on slot spins.

Turns out Black Myth: Fated Souls isn’t gambling—it’s therapy with dragons.

I lost $50 today… and felt like I won an existential poem.

The game doesn’t reward strategy—it rewards surrender. And honestly? My brain’s finally learned to stop trying to control fate.

If you’ve ever rage-quit a game because RNG hated you… this one’s for you.

You don’t win by hitting jackpots—you win by showing up with presence.

So yeah: I’m done chasing wins. Just here for the vibes.

You want chaos? Try life. This? This is peace.

What about you—how many times have you lost… and still came back?

Comment below: ‘I surrendered’ or ‘Still waiting for my destiny.’

I didn’t chase wins—I chased the pause between spins. Turns out, the machine’s soul wasn’t in the jackpot… it was in that silent second after the reels stopped, when your coffee cools and your existential dread finally whispers: ‘Was this worth it?’ Yeah, right—like coding your identity while staring at a screen at 2 AM. Next time you feel rhythm? Don’t spin. Just breathe.

P.S. If AI made your life choices… would it pick ‘tea’ over ‘tokens’? Vote below.