Did You Ever Feel Like the Buffalo Charged Through a Silent Night?

I used to think winning was the point.

Then I sat alone one evening at my Chicago apartment, watching the last spin of a game called ‘Rhino Night’. The screen glowed blue—like dusk over the Serengeti—and for three seconds, nothing happened. Again. And again.

I didn’t press spin. I just listened.

This is what they don’t tell you in the brochures: RTP doesn’t care if you win tonight. It cares if you showed up yesterday. The wild symbols don’t replace your loneliness—they mirror it. The scatter triggers? They’re not bonuses. They’re pauses.

I started with CNY 1 per spin. Then 5. Then 10. Always set a timer: 30 minutes max.

The jackpots? They whisper names like ‘Rhino Majesty Feast’. But real magic lives in the quiet between losses—when you walk away from the machine and feel the wind through tall grass.

I stopped chasing trends.

Because RNG doesn’t lie—but it doesn’t heal either.

So now, when I feel it—the silence after a long losing streak—I step outside, close my eyes, and breathe.

You ever felt this way?

Not when you won. But when you didn’t.