Devil made me do it! Or at least Jodini did.
I was in my happy little world of model aircraft where I've blissfully managed to build and fly rc aircraft for the past 50 years. I belong to some ten different clubs and involved in many facets of the hobby from free-fight gliders to seaplanes to giant scale and scratch building. Then along comes one of Lucifer's minions who's name shall not be spoken (Jodini) He cleverly entices me into building a scale autogyro which he fiendishly knows will easily take a majority of my time just learning to fly these evil little contraptions and then forsake my needs by spending all my spare change and beer money on the toys.
Just as I was starting to get comfortable in version 2.0 as it was no longer causing my hair to fall out, this devil incarnate exclaims that Pachinko is the best cure to boost up my failing morale with autogyros. All I'd have to do is drive over to where this person is selling several machines at dirt cheap prices. Of course Beelzebub has me committing at least one deadly sin as I buy a few of the ones he didn't want. Then the plague of pachinkos falls on the house of Sky. For forty days and forty nights Pachinko machines of all sizes and shapes inundated the lands. The Sky turned blue with sadness and green with envy. Fortunately the Sky cleared in time and began to think that he had been foresaken. But lo, it came to pass that a seductive pinball danced in front of me. The Prince of Darkness had hired this Yuki-Onna to blind me from the false beauty of this machine that quickly turns ugly when you get intimate with it.
The only known cure for this curse is abstinence. This is a wobbly fence that could have me fall to either side. I truly believe that if I remain celibate for a reasonable amount of time, I'll be able to break free from this addiction.
Curse you! (you know who you are)
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