You don’t win games—you feel them first. I spent £8.70 on a sandwich just to avoid my own loss aversion. My Cambridge math degree says betting £100 is ‘training wheels’ for existential dread… and yet here I am, chasing phantom ROI like it’s a Netflix binge. The real trophy? Outsmarting the algorithm while whispering to your bank account at 3am. What emotion did this game make you remember? 🔥 or 💤? (I’m still crying over my ‘budget’.)