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Review 79-03: Casino (Atari 2600)
Confession time: I had no idea what stud poker and poker solitaire were before trying this game. Forgive me if I get stuff wrong in this review, as i'm still extremely new to the concept.
This one obviously manages to completely obsolote Blackjack from 1977, but how does it fare on it's own?
Graphics (2/5)
It's an improvement over the original, but that's not saying too much. It comes down to having more gradients of green to represent the table you're playing it on, and tiny pixelated shapes to indicate the card patterns.
I think we could have reasonably expected a bit more from this one visually. I feel like there's plenty of space that goes unused and could have been filled by taller cards so you could read their patterns more easily. Didn't need much more to be passable.
Sound (2/5)
It's the same goddamn thing as Blackjack. Not even the Poker variations change anything. Nothing changed. Boring.
Gameplay (3.5/5)
Blackjack is almost the exact same as it always was, except it adds insurance and splitting, as well as going for higher money prices than before. It's still okie dokie overall, can't say no to a quick sesh of that game, even if the layout is slightly more confusing to make it equal to stud poker.
Which leads me to say, I don't really like stud poker. It didn't grab me. Gasp. I'm sure this is a perfectly reasonable take on it, but I found myself ready to move on shortly after beginning. Never a good sign.
Poker Solitaire though?? Hoh. That's a goodie. Something about it makes my brain itch in the good way. Probably because you really have to think while it is also sorta luck based. Solid inclusion, would almost say it beats out some full retail games despite just being a single mode.
So in the end, I would say there's one strongly enjoyable game in there, a pretty good one that makes another cart redundant even with the way it's tweaked some things, aaaand one game that is not really great for me but could be cool for you. That deserves praise in my opinion, there's very few who achieved this consistent level of quality.
Longevity (3.5/5)
It's gambling, so if you're sensitive to that sort of thing, this could keep you occupied for hours on end. I know I was with Poker Solitaire. That isn't exactly helped by the Logbook encouraging you to go for a very high score with that mode. The 'one more go' pull is very strong with that one.
The other two modes could very much have lasting appeal, depending on 1: how seriously you take gambling in video games, 2: how much you like Blackjack and Stud Poker, and 3: If you have someone to play it with for real world consequences. Cuz that's always an option too.
Overall
I was unsure about this cart untill I tried Poker Solitaire. I think that one alone elevated this game from very meh to pretty decent to me. The low score shown is mostly due to how lacklustre they have managed to make it look while playing, like c'mon, the Intellivision is right around the corner with a much stronger visual appeal.
#retro gaming#minuy600#review#atari#sona#atari 2600#1979#casino#poker solitaire#stud poker#blackjack
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All of the different Angel Dust x Husk ship names I’ve seen:
Huskerdust
Angelhusk
Hanthony
Strip poker
Spider solitaire
Casinohearts
Spiderkitty (check comments)
Catnip (same as above)
#hazbin hotel#huskerdust#hazbin hotel angel dust#hazbin hotel husk#angel dust#hazbin hotel angel#hazbin angel dust#angel dust hazbin hotel#hazbin husk#hazbin hotel husker#angelhusk#strip poker#spider solitaire
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Credit: Tim Foster
#playing cards#cards#spades#games#card games#camping#wooden#competition#rustic#outdoors#poker#solitaire#entertainment
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USA 1997
#USA1997#SIERRA#GAMBLING#STRATEGY#IBM#MACINTOSH#HOYLE CASINO#HOYLE CLASSIC BOARD GAMES#HOYLE BLACKJACK#HOYLE CLASSIC CARD GAMES#HOYLE POKER#HOYLE SOLITAIRE
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Day 13 - Forced to Hurt a Loved One
Forced to hurt a loved one, captured, beating, whump of a minor [15-16 years old, angst - they themself are not injured], murder, stabbing, firearm use
[Follows RJ Learns to Lockpick]
RJ started another round of solitaire, the gentle glow of the game in their hands the only light in the pitch black car.
“Stay; stab anything that’s not me.” He left without another word, but they were used to his curt orders. ‘Stay’ meant he cared if they got hurt. ‘Stab anything that wasn’t him’ was permission to fight and kill to survive.
The sharp knock at the car window seemed to warrant an exercise of that permission.
RJ gripped their hunting knife in their hand, peering at the men outside. They stood like soldiers despite their gentle eyes and concerned wave. Too many to kill outright.
Where was Ghost?
“I’m going to open the door, alright love?” British; MI6 if they had to guess. “It’s alright; he can’t hurt you anymore.”
They swallowed hard, forcing down the anger boiling in their chest as they looked up at the men, doe eyed and cautious.
“Who are you?” English felt thick on their tongue, and they hated how the men quirked a smile at their accent.
“We’re the good guys.”
“Shut up James, he isn’t a bloody child.” It was the one who had opened the car door; the other men seemed to defer to him. “I’m Agent York - British Intelligence.” He held out a hand. RJ let their bowie knife slide into the side pocket of their jeans before raising a hand to shake his own. “And you are?”
“Where’s that motherfucker?” They made their smirk look like a snarl as the other men laughed. “Is he dead?” He wouldn’t be. These men weren’t bloodied enough to have actually tried to kill him - he was just captured. They hoped.
“Well, aren’t you a feisty little bugger?” York’s eyes didn’t share the smile on his face. “He’s not a threat to you - we’re going to make sure you get home safe, once we know where he took you from.”
“I want to see him.” The men around them shifted, eyes glancing to York.
“Oi, he ain’t gonna relax enough to cooperate until he feels safe. No harm in showin’ him that bastard on his knees.” RJ flinched as one of men stepped up behind them and placed an unwanted hand on their shoulder. He smiled down and them, and they returned a twitching smile of their own as they bit back a glare. York sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.
“I guess it couldn’t hurt.”
He gestured to leave and the men followed, keeping RJ in the center of their pack. The men were chatty, joking about Ghost and the crimes they could commit, had committed to catch him. Distracted and jovial. The perfect opportunity.
There were six men - mostly of the same build and height. York was the tallest, and the one with the keys. The others had a variety of bulkier tools on their belts and in their pockets - blades, guns, batons. It was a candy store, but RJ managed to still their twitching fingers and keep focus.
The warehouse was pitch black and silent, save for the distant clatter of metal on metal that grew nearer and nearer as they walked. When the group turned the corner and RJ caught a glimpse of the silhouette of Ghost’s familiar broad shoulders, they grabbed hold of York’s belt to hide behind him. And to tuck his keys into their palm.
“It’s alright, look.” He peeled them away and pointed them toward the shaking, bloodied man cuffed to the metal scaffolding.
Another agent turned on a flashlight, illuminating the scene. He was on his knees, blood dripping from a messy head wound and broken nose to stain the tiled floor. Bloody boot prints surrounded him where he knelt, and his wrists were bruised violet from fighting his restraints.
And he looked at RJ with an expression caught between abject horror, seething anger, and cold acceptance.
He didn’t want them here, he was helpless to protect them. He told them to stay and stab anyone that wasn’t him, and they disobeyed. But they were here now, and he knew they would do what they needed to do to stay alive - even if that meant abandoning him. Betraying him.
Just as he taught them.
“Here.” RJ blinked at the baton offered to them, looking between the agent who held it out and York. “Go give him a few cracks. He can’t hurt you - and we’ve been having a go at him for a few hours.” His smile was genuine and warm. “You deserve it. I’m sure he’s put you through hell.”
They took the baton gingerly, testing the weight in their hands and walking to the edge of the bloody spray surrounding Ghost.
They took a breath, searching for the animosity they once held for him. For everyone - back when they bit the hand that fed and the hand that beat alike. Before they knew him. Before they knew what birds and grass were. Before he taught them to write, drilled them in sparing lessons, bought them locks to pick like clockwork every year.
The first blow snapped at his unprotected side, arms flinching against his restraints and a gasp of pain escaping between gritted teeth. It reminded them of the time he burnt himself while cooking - though no string of colorful curses followed this time.
They hated this. Their stomach clenched as they drew the baton back.
The second caught his chin, his already split lip dribbling fresh blood and drool down the front of his shirt. They remembered folding it after the last load of laundry. That stain would be a bitch to get out.
They hated this. Their palms were sweaty, the key biting into their skin as they held it against the baton.
The last blow snapped something in his chest, a bloody cough cut off by a sudden right hook. RJ had dropped the baton, taking a chance as the key caught in his teeth. They were pulling their punches as best they could, but it had to look good.
Apparently it did - the agents who had been watching with amusement were suddenly rushing over to pry them off of the beaten and restrained man.
“Easy - easy boy! Courts can’t try a corpse.” York held their shoulders a little too tight as he forced them to face him. Ghost moaned, head lolling to the side and eyelids fluttering at uneven intervals. A message only RJ could read - he had the key.
“C’mon - you drink coffee? Tea? Let’s get you something. Talk about getting you home, wherever that is.” York nodded to the other agents. “Smith, Anders, keep an eye on him. Be a pity for him to bleed out before we secure transport.”
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The man winced as the boy leaned against his side, an approximation of a hug one could imagine. He raised a bloody hand to run his fingers through the teen’s hair.
“You did good.”
York was gagging on his own blood, incredulous at the turn of events.
Two of his best agents had been taken down so swiftly by a beaten, unarmed - restrained - man that they didn’t raise an alarm. Half way through the trek in the silent, dark warehouse that same half dead son of a bitch - now armed by York’s dead colleagues - sniped another two of his teammates; Collins and Mercer hit the ground like lead weights before those still standing started firing.
When he turned to tell the boy to run and hide, he caught a knife in his side and another - his own - in his thigh. It was his own pistol that put a bullet through Michael’s skull while the infamous Ghost gutted James like a fish.
“You…motherfucking cunt.” York managed between gurgling breaths, exhaustion stilling any attempts to escape or attack the pair. The boy checked the gun’s clip, and slotted it back into place.
A glance asked permission, and with a shrug, it was granted.
[Before An Ask Too Great]
(Part of my Freelancers: Changing Tides series)
#whump#febuwhump#febuwhump2023#febuwhumpday13#forced to hurt a loved one#captured#beating#freelancers#does it count as minor whump of the minor is doing the whumping? (RJ is like. 16 in this for the record)#this one was actually kinda hard but I’m blaming that on the crazy busy weekend I just survived and the hell week ahead of me.#anyways glad I made this work for RJs backstory I like writing them as a tiny trauma murder machine held back by a professional hitman#i am rotating them in my mind#anybody else remember those handheld solitaire/yahtzee/poker game things?? I loved that shit best car ride distraction ever
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Wonderful Things That May or May Not Be Wonderful!!!
52 Cards. 4 Suits. 9 Numbers. 5 Faces. 3 of them Royalty. 2 Jokers. Limitless possibilities. Wonderful memories.
P.S. Also, the preferred weapons of gypsy magicians, horny magicians, and Cajun mutants.
#wonderful#playing cards#games#tarot cards#hearts#diamonds#spades#clubs#fifty two#king#queen#jack#ace#poker#go fish#solitaire#magic tricks#references#league of legends#hunter x hunter#x men
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trying to write a fic about my s/i playing poker with ricco's friends but i don't really know much about poker
#look. I'm used to crazy eights and solitaire and war and kings corners and occasionally gin rummy#(and slapjack lol)#but I've only played poker in the potc game that one time#typewriter dings
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This piece is made out of a deck of cards that was over a decade old. I used these cards to help myself not be disruptive in high school by playing solitaire in class like my Mawmaw taught me. Recently, I discovered it was missing a few cards, so it was no longer usable, especially since it has such a unique pattern on the back side with the Mad Hatter on it and characters from the 2010 Alice in Wonderland movie on other cards.
Thus, I made a mad hatter hat out of it. The grey is the inside of the box and the rest is are the cards themself. And the seven and two are a tribute to the worst hand in poke.
#mghartcontest#queerworksfridays#mad hatter#Alice In Wonderland#wonderland#poker#memories#family#solitaire#hatter#hat#hats#cards#card games#card#recycling
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@hopeful-genome said: Sits across from him and waits patiently to see what happens. Tail waves contentedly.
Ah, a quiet one! He received no confirmation, but, seeing as how there wasn’t a rejection either, he saw no reason not to at least finish setting up the game. It would be ready for whoever next challenged him - be that the stranger before him, or someone else.
With the precision of practice he flipped the cards into place, the entire process taking no more than thirty seconds. The watchful gaze throughout didn’t disrupt him in the slightest.
Now satisfied with his work, he set the remaining cards neatly aside.
It was done - if she so happened to wish to join in. Were the chair her only concern, that was fine as well. The mercenary signaled a waitress either way, asking for another drink in the meantime.
#hopefulgenome#~ mercenary for hire ~ (preeidolon verse)#still not sure what game it is XDD#tetra master? poker? double solitaire?#go fish?#maybe some other gaian card game? XD
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Prettiest #poker #cards #sold Made and shipped from #unitedkingdom (their rates apply) Find them through the link in my profile! #pokerplayer #cardplayer #momgift #mothersday #grandma #gifts #dadgifts #solitaire #crazyeights #euchre #spades #hearts #cardgames #art https://www.instagram.com/p/CpbFENoSuHW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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The Gangreen Gang all enjoying coffee and a casino here!
Made by me! (x)
#gangreen gang#casino#coffee#iced coffee#ace#snake#big billy#grubber#little arturo#gambling#roulette#solitaire#poker#dice#games#chandeliers#vapinhotpink
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In search Of luck Collection.
#print on demand#original design#gifts#regalos#tshirt#fashion#playing cards#good luck#lucky#queen#king#jack#green#tshirts#cards#poker#solitaire
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USA 1990
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Best game development company in kochi, Kerala
Malger entertainments is one of the leading game development company in kochi, Kerala. With seven years+ industrial experience.
#bestgamedevelopmentcompanyinkerala#bestgamedevelopmentcompanyinkochi#gamedev#mr#vr#ar#game development#indiegamedev#indie games#casino#poker#solitaire#card games
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Como cuando te invitan de espectador a jugar baraja… - Aunque fue algo extraño, para que tantas velas e inciensos - - - #blackjack #conquian #poker #solitaire #continental #yugioh https://www.instagram.com/p/CnZ-H4SrL5E/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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