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turns out it's actually a time traveler and got my grandpa addicted to the first electric slot machine, the Boo-ffalo, it started as a quick chance to make a buck, t'witch quickly turned into a dependency. He started just with the small change he could muster from his pockets and ol' leather wallet, but then, the vacation funds, college funds, and then his damn retirement funds.
He was always akin with native folk and blabbering about some "skoden stoodis" deity and that Boo-ffalo sure didn't help. When his family attempted to stop his gambling habits he grew an anger and distaste for us I didn't think possible. That Boo-ffalo had become his God, his "vache dorée" for there was no Moses to destroy and disvalue it. To say it became his Ba'al, the source of his holocaust monetary, would be a understatement. (pt. 1)