Date: October 2024

Author: Bboooooooooom (fresh and young and ready to roll)

Boom had always dreamed of taking the Vegas strip by storm. Armed with nothing but high hopes, a questionable bankroll, and his trusty wheelchair, he rolled into Vega$ ready to beat the house and laugh in the face of chance.

But, as fate would have it, Boom wasn’t playing with the sharpest hand in the deck. "Brain damage ain't gonna stop me," he thought, as he confidently wheeled up to the craps table.

Day 1

The first few hours were solid. Boom was on a roll—quite literally. With each spin of the wheel, each toss of the dice, his hopes climbed higher, and so did the growing mountain of chips on the table. "This is it," he thought. "Finally, a comeback story to match my $60K in debt!"

But, just as quickly, things began to fall apart. The croupier gave him one look, shook his head, and muttered something about "luck being a one-time visitor." Boom, ever the optimist, laughed it off. "Luck is for normies. I got tenacity."

Day 2

By noon, Boom’s fortunes had turned—like a roulette wheel stuck on black when you bet red 20 times in a row. The chips vanished, along with his dignity. But worse than that? A near collision at the poker table. Boom, in an overzealous attempt to bluff a flush, wheeled backward and took out an entire cocktail waitress tray. Cards flying, drinks spilled—chaos reigned.

"Wheelchair advantage, baby!" Boom screamed, trying to save face, while the table stared in stunned silence. His poker face? Cracked, along with the tray of complimentary shrimp cocktails.

Day 3

Out of cash, out of luck, Boom found himself doing the one thing he swore he'd never do—listening to the wisdom of Evan39. "Just put it all on black," Evan said in his head, echoing from the AutoAdmit ether. Boom’s brain-damage-induced short-term memory loss somehow had him convinced this was sage advice from an expert.

So he did it. The last of his credit—Boom wheeled up to the roulette table and confidently placed his chips on black. The wheel spun, his hopes high, his wheelchair brakes locked in anticipation.

Red.

"Red?! How DARE you!" Boom shouted, before promptly attempting to wheel out of the casino, only to get stuck on a discarded churro wrapper.

Conclusion

By the end of his Vega$ escapade, Boom had lost more than just money. His hopes, his pride, his sense of direction—gone. Rumors started swirling on AutoAdmit about how a "wheelchair-bound brain-damaged troll tried to out-gamble fate."

But Boom, ever the stubborn, tenacious figure, returned to the board with a post-mortem of his trip. His final thoughts? "Vegas is rigged, I’ll get 'em next time. Also, I took out a cocktail waitress, so there’s that."

Back on XO, Boom is still paying off his gambling debts—one 180-tipped AutoAdmit comment at a time.

The End?

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5602041&forum_id=2#48136200)