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The following is a short list of the many, many blacks who got away with murder, or attempted murder, of a white person in our criminal [in]justice system. I will also include a few incidents where blacks murdered a white person(s) and are still on the loose (unidentified).
>>>Main Menu page for all black-on-white crime-LINK
>>>History (1900 to 1964) of Inter-racial Violence - White Victims>>LINK
UPDATE: Black male sucker puncher/murderer, Lewis Gill (ready for this?) received a whopping four year prison sentence.
Andrew Young, 40
Greece, New York, 2009
White Teen Is Gunned Down - Jury Acquits Black Male Of 'Clear Case' Of Manslaughter
Roderick Scott, 42, who told police he witnessed teens breaking into a car belonging to his next door neighbor, charged out of his house and up to the teens, armed with a gun. No one really knows what happened next regarding provocation, but Scott claimed one of the kids charged at him, and he had no choice but to defend himself with his loaded gun. And one shot wouldn't due. Scott, apparently so terrified of the 17-year-old, put a second bullet into the kid. Scott was charged with murder. However, even though is was a clear case of manslaughter, a jury actually acquitted Scott.
Note: Only about 2% of Greece's population is black. In other words, the black male, despite being part of a racial group that is an extreme minority in Greece, had no reservations whatsoever about gunning down a member of a different race. Imagine a white male in a predominantly black community, walking over to a neighbor's home and gunning down an unarmed black teen.
White Victim:
Christopher Cervini, 17
New Jersey 2013
Police Officer Sets Up Unarmed White Male For A Murder -- Officer Also Lies About Racial Slurs To Justify His Murder - Jury Acquits
A black officer, Joseph Walker, 40, an 18-year veteran assigned to the Hudson County Prosecutor's Office, off duty and out of uniform, while driving deliberately cut off another driver when he merged onto the highway. The other driver was a white male, Joseph Harvey, 36. The white male naturally got angry over this...and drove alongside the black male and likely had a few choice words for him. The police officer, again, who was out of uniform but was still carrying a loaded gun, rather than just ignoring the comments or gestures, the out-of-uniform black male male decided to give it right back to the white guy. Then the black male hatched a quick murder scheme.
The officer no doubt knew the white male didn't have a gun (why would he?). So the officer pulled his vehicle over to the side of the road...hoping or expecting the white male was going to do the same thing - which he did. THAT, people, is deliberate provocation. This guy had no intention to fight it out with the white guy, as the white guy likely expected. The off-duty officer had his gun loaded and drawn. As soon as the white guy approached the out-of-uniform officer's car... the black male got out, weapon drawn, then gunned down the unarmed white male. When police officers arrived at the scene they immediately placed Walker under arrest. He was then charged with murder.
UPDATE: Black officer is acquitted of clear case of coldblooded murder.
Orange, TX July 2010
Black Officer - Off-Duty & Out Of Uniform - Guns Down Unarmed White Male - Grand Jury Refuses To Indict (even though Police Chief states victim posed no threat whatsoever to officer and also committed no crime)
UPDATE: Black male sued the city of Orange...and guess what? He received a whopping "civil rights" shakedown of $600,000 from the city. The family of the murder victim also sued the city...and they also received a whopping settlement of 610,000.
CHARLESTON, W.Va. Aug. 6, 2011
* Joseph Miller, 31
* Billy Dodd , 31
Baltimore, MD 2006
Teenage Thug Guns Down A White Couple For No Reason - THRILL KILL- He Incriminates Himself On His Own Cellphone Bragging Of Murders - Murder Charges DROPPED - Judge Claims Illegal Search Done On Cellphone
A black male, Davon Temple, 17,… gunned down two innocent white people for no other reason than they were "there". No doubt whatsoever he did it!
"On April 23, 2006 Jennifer Morelock, a pregnant 25-year-old Caucasian woman, and Jason Woycio, a 29-year-old Caucasian man, pulled into the 2500 block of Arunah Avenue in West Baltimore in a red Pontiac Grand Am. While they were there, a person walked up to the car and shot them repeatedly. Davon Temple, a then-17 African-American male, was arrested for their murders five days later. But on June 7, 2006, all charges against him were dropped. According to charging documents, Temple had a text message on his phone that said "I killed 2 white people around my way 2day & 1 of them was a woman.""
* Jennifer Morelock, 25 (pregnant)
* Jason Woycio, 29
Rockledge, Fl, Sept. 1, 2007
Ambush – Walk-Up Murder
Four black males, whose identities are still unknown, exited a car and approached an adult white male on his mom's front lawn. An altercation broke out (likely a robbery attempt), then one of the black males pulled a gun and shot and killed the white male. All this happened while his mother helplessly watched from the front door. The four blacks then fled in their car.
* John Lester Clifton Jr, 35
Mobile, AL, October 2008
Eyewitness Testimony - Black 'Kid' Convicted & Sentenced To Life - After ONE Year In Prison ... Alabama Supreme Court Overturns Conviction
A black male, Jarvis Williams , 14, ....was hangin' out when a young white male drove up and inquired about buying $5.00 worth of marijuana. Williams then pulled a gun and demanded all the white kid's cash. When the white kid surrendered all his money (the $5.00), the little fiend gunned him down. Williams' own buddies described to police exactly what they saw. Note: 14-year-olds cannot lie to adults -too young, too inexperienced. Williams' buddies, both 14-years-old, both described to police detectives exactly the same circumstances that led to the cold-blooded murder of the white male teenager.
White Victim:
Cory Landrum, 19
UPDATE: The Alabama Supreme Court has decided to let a convicted cold-blooded teen murderer go free. He served ONE year for murder.
Houston , TX 2012
Large Female Guns Down Unarmed White Male - Large Black Female Claims Self-Defense - Witnesses Contradict Her Version - No Charges Filed Against Black Female
A white male was involved in a very minor traffic incident with a black female (who had a concealed weapons permit and was carrying). When the white male got out of his car and walked over to the black female's car, she refused to roll down her window. After a few moments, the black female shot the white male through her door window. The bullet entered victim's chest and killed him - clearly it was a shot intended to kill him. NOTE: How in HECK does a 23-year-old black female get a legal carrying permit?!
Large Black Female:
Crystal Scott , 23
White Male:
Jonathan Ables, 22
UPDATE: Black female gets away with murder. It took the prosecutor a couple of months to indict the black female for murder. The murder charge was then dismissed on Monday, June 29, 2015. Three years later?! Remember how FAST George Zimmerman was prosecuted? The trial took place less than 3 months after the indictment. Clearly, the prosecutor in this case had no intention of prosecuting the black female. Also, further evidence indicated the black female deliberately provoked the road rage incident. WHY? Because SHE KNEW SHE HAD A GUN. Hopefully the white family sues this large black murderer!...and makes her pay for the rest of her life!
Houston, TX, 1998
A black male, Barry Crawford, ...raced out of his trailer home with a loaded pistol and then gunned down a tow-truck driver who was attempting to tow his vehicle. After Crawford was convicted of murder, curiously, the judge decided that no jail time was warranted in this case, and gave the black male 10 years of probation. This is yet another Black Male BULLY SCENARIO: Crawford was using a parking space he was not allowed to use...and refused to stop parking his truck in the spot. The legal owner of the parking spot called a tow truck... to have Crawford's truck legally towed.
Note: Crawford is done with his probation...and is now a completely free MURDERER.
White Male:
* Steven Hardin, 28 (w/m)
Fort Worth , TX, Oct. 6 , 2011
Teen - 14-Years-Old - Charges Up To Adult White Male And Socks Him In The Face (Part Of The Knockout Game) - White Male Adult Dies From Injuries -- Teen Gets 10 Years - Eligible For Parole In 6 Years
Three black males were driving around apparently looking for a white male - of suitable size (small in stature) - to land a knockdown punch on. When they spotted their target, a 14-year-old (over 6 feet tall, 175 lbs) charged up to the white male and socked him in the face. The punch caused the white male (5 ft 1 inches tall) to fall so hard on the pavement that he died from his injury.
Name of cowardly sucker puncher withheld due to his age.
* Mark Gregory, 40 (w/m)
LA, CA, June 13, 1994
OJ Simpson Home Invasion - Double Murder...
Nichole Brown's letter to OJ: "I wish someone could explain all this to me. I see our marriage as a huge mistake & you don't."
Yeah, sure Nichole. Nichole was beaten numerous times, punched in the face, given a black eye, often humiliated in front of her sister and friends by OJ, BEFORE they were even engaged. Oh, and Nichole was also raped on her first date by Simpson (she was 17-years-old and Simpson was 29).
|Ron Goldman : Innocent victim, murdered by OJ
Boston 1973
White Female Abducted By Six Blacks - Set On Fire
Six black males, unidentified, approached a white female walking alone. She had run out of gas and had went to a gas station with a gas can and bought some gas. The blacks forced the white female into an alley, gang raped her, then doused her with gasoline and set her on fire. The black rapists then calmly walked away. No arrests were ever made in this atrocity. Note: Because of the burning of the white female, police investigators could not determine if she had been raped -- but C'MON! Torching a white female is a well known tactic used to cover up a rape.
New York City, NY, April 1980
Crazy Brain Man Executes White Teen On A Commuter Train - Jury Acquits
Bet you NEVER heard about this one...
A racist black male, Austin Weeks, 29, …apparently was determined to murder a white male. He boarded a commuter train, sat down in front of two teenage white males, then, when the train made a stop, black male Weeks got up, turned toward the teenagers and shot one of them in the head. Weeks then fled. He was caught a few weeks later.
Innocent White Male:
* Terry Zilimbinaks, 17
Note: Weeks claimed to police the 17-year-old white male he shot had leaned into his ear and whispered mean racial slurs to him (again Weeks was 29-years-old). No one heard these slurs. One, the police believed he was lying and so did the prosecutor. Two, a racial slur is NO reason to shoot someone in the head. A jury ACTUALLY acquitted Weeks of murder!
2013 Lakewood, WA
Another Racist HATE Attack - Another White Person Is Dead (stabbed to death on a public street)
Racist black males finally caught. Oh, and guess what? They were members of the US military! Carload of five blacks spotted three white males walking down a road. They jumped out of their car, racially taunted the three, then one of the black males (police claim it was Jeremiah Hill ) pulled a knife and stabbed one of the unarmed white males ( Tevin Geike) to death.
Arrested & charged with murder:
Ajoni Runnion-Bareford, 21
Jeremiah Hill, 23, (accused of doing the stabbing)
Cedarium Johnson, 21
Note: Wait and see on this one. All three blacks have pleaded not guilty.
UPDATE: Jan. 2015: Bareford copped a plea and received 12 month. He was accused of aiding the murderer (Hill) after the stabbing. No known disposition to the other two cases.
UPDATE: Jeremiah Hill is convicted & sentenced to 45 years. He tried claiming self defense...but his negro comrades testified against him...that he approached the white male from the rear, then stabbed him in the heart.
Fulton County, GA, May 2011
Home Invasion - RAGE KILL
Abuse Of the Elderly
Seattle, WA 2013
White Male UNAWARE Of The Infamous Black Male Sucker Punch ... Pays The Price
Did He Or Didn't He? - No REAL Doubt About It - He Did Murder Her
Airman Calvin Eugene Hill, 20, acted friendly to a white female, however, she wanted nothing to do with his sexual advances but was agreeable to being friends. Well, Hill saw an opportunity there: he would wait for the right time to steal her credit card and ATM card. When the white female found out her credit card and ATM card were missing, she went to the base commander, and he then went to the police. Hill was caught on surveillance video pulling money from her ATM card ($2,700 - how he got her security code is a mystery). Facing a certain court-marshal, Hill thought he could eliminate the only witness against him, then claim:: "She gave it to me. Prove me wrong."
UPDATE: The 'murderer' Calvin Hill, tried in a Washington D.C. court (mostly black there) was found NOT GUILTY. However, there's ONLY one person who could have murdered the white female, only one with a motive: Calvin Hill. I wonder what the racial make-up of that jury was? .
Airman 1st Class Ashley Turner, 20
New Orleans, LA, Apr. 18, 2005
Walk-Up Murder
Three black teens, Darnell Gilmore, 16, (triggerman) Ahmad Hill, 16, Marcus Pleasant, 16, (waited in a stolen Jeep - acquitted)... were driving around looking for someone to rob. They spotted two white females. Two of the youths exited their car and ran up to the girls and at gunpoint demanded they give up their purses. One of the girls, however, had the temerity to resist. That was enough to cause Gilmore to gun her down.
The defense attorney for Ahmad Hill, whose client admitted he was right there during the robbery (an active participant who was going to share in the spoils of the robbery), nevertheless, had the advantage of having his client before a less than stellar judge (black male Darryl Derbigny), and immediately requested a trial by judge. Result : After a ONE day trial the defense asked for an immediate acquittal ... and got it.
Yeah, Ahmad got to go home like it never happened.
* Alyssa Kovash, 20
Liberty City, FL, March 22, 1999
"In Florida, Rozier pleaded guilty to four murders and confessed to three other killings to win a reduced prison term in exchange for testimony against Miami sect leader Yahweh Ben Yahweh and members of a religious order that federal prosecutors blamed for at least 23 murders and a series of fire-bombings in the 1980s. He served 10 years of a 22-year sentence, then was released with a new name and identity."
White Victims:
* Harry Byers
* Reinaldo Echevarria
* Elisabeth Schwark
* Attilio Cicala
* Clair Walter,
* Glendell Fowler,
* Kurt Doer,
* James Myers,
* Raymond Kelly,
* Lyle Austin Bellinger
Note: All the victims were white, and were intended to be white.
Chicago, IL, Aug. 2008
Roxbury, NJ, May 28, 2011
Business Invasion - Murder - Abuse Of Elderly
Suffolk, NY, Aug. 9, 2006
Mom: "I'll never see my son again."
BULL! This quote from Mr. White inferring racism by the KKK is very likely a lie -- NEVER happened. Here's a link to the blacks who make up racism stories. You be the judge...
Sunrise, FL, September 2005
Hayward, CA, Nov. 24, 2009
Las Vegas, Aug. 25, 2005
Concord, N. Carolina, June 13, 2008
Los Angeles, CA, May 1, 2010
Still Yet To Be Prosecuted
Hamilton County, OH, May 13, 2004
White Male Adult -- Jury Acquits
Montclair, NJ, Nov. 12, 2006
Charlotte, N. Carolina, Dec. 2011
Seattle, WA, October 25, 2008
Denver, CO Nov. 6, 2009
Concord, N. Carolina, June 13, 2008
West Palm Beach FL. Sept. 16, 1999
New Orleans, LA, June 2010
Belleville , MD, March 2, 2005
Armed Robbery Massacre
* Michael Cooney, 62
* Dorothy Bone, 82
* Doris Fischer, 79
Note: The two elderly women were sisters.
UPDATE: 11 years later black male Johnson is arrested (Sept. 2016). Wait and see on this one.
Fort Bragg, N. Carolina , Sept. 22, 1998
Minneapolis, MN, April 2012
Anne Arundel County, MD, Jan.6, 2012
Alexandria Township, New Jersey, Feb. 14, 2002
Just A Typical NBA Thug: Black Male Executes White Male - Gets 18 Months
Note: In 2005, 40% of NBA players had serious criminal felony records.
NBA black male thug, Jason Williams, (34 at the time of crime) was in his home with some black acquaintances, then retrieved a shotgun, loaded it and then asked a white male limo driver, Costas Christofi , 55, to join him. Williams then aimed his shotgun at the white male and executed him. However, Williams told police the gun went off accidentally. The police didn't believe it and arrested Williams for murder. In 2010, incredibly, NBA thug Williams accepted a plea deal for only 18 months for the murder of Christofi.
If you would like to see the life's history of a real thug, take a look at this link:
Nashville, TN, Aug. 2007
As Black Male Robber is Walking Away With His Wallet
White Male Pulls Concealed Gun...
Philadelphia, PA, Mach 2006
Sucker Punch - 'Knockdown Game' - Then Shot To Death -- Black Teens Get Off "With Slap On The Wrist"
|Ganged Up on--Sucker Punched-- Beaten- Shot Dead --by a hoard of black racist teens
"McCall was among six African-American teens, then aged 13 to 16, who came from North Philly into the Art Museum neighborhood March 23, 2006, with the intention of beating and robbing white people, according to the teens' testimonies."
Black male Quinzell McCall, (16 at time of murder), though all of his comrades stated only he had the gun that killed a young white male teen, was acquitted of 1st degree murder. He was only found guilty of a weapons charge - about 5 years. Good behavior, McCall will be back on the street in before he hits 19.
Other Black Male Racists Arrested For Murder:
George Graves, 16
Dawud Thomas, 15
Malik Loper, 14
Demietrius Tadlock, 13
Brian Crosland, 15
* Robert Pierson, 17
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Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Lotsa love
This couch is being marketed as a "love seat" Love seat, huh? Right, what kind of love are we talking about here? The kind of love that actually involves hate? Passive aggressive love? The love of really ugly items for your home? Whatever love it involves, it's not the sort of love I want to share, thanks. If being in love means owning this couch, I'll stick to being a Bridget Jones singleton.
6 comments:
- ZUBA said...
It looks like it might be easy to wipe down down afterwards though.
- Thursday, July 26, 2007 11:29:00 PM
- Karenkool said...
Ew! hahahah
- Friday, July 27, 2007 6:35:00 AM
- becstar said...
You're all class, Chris! :-P
- Friday, July 27, 2007 12:23:00 PM
- shoopska said...
It's the colour that strikes me... reminds me of a diarrhoea poo from my past. Is that too much information?
- Friday, July 27, 2007 12:42:00 PM
- becstar said...
Wow, I think we've reached an official new lowbrow high here on Fugly Couch! Thanks for the definitely-too-much information, Gosia.
- Friday, July 27, 2007 2:04:00 PM
- Rebecca said...
Definitely looks like one of those stick-to-your-thighs couches.
- Tuesday, July 31, 2007 11:49:00 AM
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When I first saw the film in the cinema, on the weekend it was released, I didn't actually think it was that terrible. Hell, if anything I enjoyed it, and left the theatre happy and fulfilled. Granted, it was certainly no Raiders of the Lost Ark, or even The Last Crusade, but it was a damn sight more fun than The Temple of Doom. I was somewhat shocked to discover that these feelings were not necessarily shared by the rest of the world, but now, after a couple more viewings, I have realised my mistake.
For me, the film has four main problems, all of which I'm sure have been covered many times before, but not by me. Firstly, the movie seems to be completely devoid of a strong narrative path. It's more like a bunch of scenes that the writers thought would look cool, all strung together without really flowing into one another. On their own, or within a more cohesive plot, some of them would work fine. Case in point: the opening, in which Indy (Harrison Ford) and his ally Mac (Ray Winstone) are taken to the warehouse at the end of Raiders in search of a sporadically magnetic alien skull, is in itself a pretty entertaining scene, and a great way to start off the film. The use of Indiana's instantly recognisable profile (when he's wearing the hat, anyway) is well implemented, and the eventual chase through the warehouse is frenetic and action-packed, even if Ford no longer looks like he's quite as capable of offing army thugs as he used to be. After this scene, we go straight into the now infamous fridge-nuke catastrophe, a scene which has no place in any film, let alone directly after a really fun, if a little silly, opening action sequence. This problem occurs again later, when some pages from a low-budget 80s B-movie are accidentally stapled in, when out hero finds himself in quicksand, a genre staple that I'm fairly sure has been made illegal.
resume and you'll find some of the worst reviewed films of the past few years: the Transformers sequels, Charlie's Angels 2, Dumb and Dumberer. If he's the sidekick or plays only a small part in the film, he's the worst character or in the worst part (I, Robot, Constantine, Bobby) and yet, he still makes movies. In fact, he's soon to appear in Lawless, in which I can only imagine Tom Hardy will overshadow him in every way possible as the two play brothers. Honestly, the film is going to put LaBeouf up against Gary Oldman! Though I sincerely hope that Shia's performance in Lawless blows me away, insomuch as he wins an academy award for it, I highly doubt this will be the case, and it may even ruin that film, that I'm otherwise looking forward to, for me. In Crystal Skull, LaBeouf plays Mutt Williams. If you're a fan of the Indy franchise, it should come as no surprise that (SPOILER) Mutt is Indy's son, mainly because Indiana is famously named after his own father's dog, and Mutt is of course another term for a canine. From his costume, it's clear LaBeouf is foolishly attempting to emulate Marlon Brando from The Wild One, which he pulls off to absolutely no effect, and if anything it's a reminder of just how terrible LaBeouf is. The fact that there were rumours suggesting this film would see the handing over of the reigns from Ford to LaBeouf to continue the saga still give me nightmares to this day. I'm almost tempted to announce Mutt as being more annoying than Short Round. Almost.
The Mutt/Indy connection brings me on to my third issue. Crystal Skull tries far too hard to be a member of the Indiana Jones family. I've got nothing against a sequel making subtle references to it's predecessors, offering knowing nods and winks to fans, but here there is far too much time spent to this effect. Whilst Karen Allen, returning as Raiders' love interest Marion Ravenwood, Mutt's mother, is a nice touch and offers a believable romance with Indy that you are willing to at times root for, there were all too many moments and scenes that felt like the film-makers were just trying too hard to make it an Indy film. Unfortunately, they only succeeded in making it seem more like the parodies of the Indiana films that filled the gap during it's 21-year hiatus. This felt far more like National Treasure 3 or The Mummy 4 than an Indy film.
Finally, there's just too many characters and subplots fighting for screen time. Jim Broadbent filled in for the sadly departed Denholm Elliot as Indy's fellow university staff member, and John Hurt was a nice inclusion as a crazy old former colleague, but both felt very sidelined, as did Ray Winstone, who should have been pretty integral to the plot. Sadly, they, and Cate Blanchett's questionably accented Ukrainian skull-hunter were at times almost forgotten in favour of Jones' relationships with Marion and Mutt.
There were ways that the film could have been fixed. Raiders and Crusade proved that Indy doesn't need a sidekick, and Temple proved that he shouldn't have one, so nixing Mutt is pretty much a given. At least 2 scenes should have been cut, as the film feels like it runs at half an hour longer than it's two hour runtime. I'd suggest the fridge and the diner scene with Mutt. Keep Marion, but make her be in love with John Hurt's Oxley or Winstone's Mac, to give Indy a bit of rivalry, and change that goddamn ending. About five minutes before the end of the film, when I first saw it in cinemas I burst out with raucous laughter at how ridiculous the climax was, and this time around it felt even more ludicrous.
All that being said, it's not exactly a horrible film, there are some entertaining sequences - I really enjoyed the jungle-set car chase, up until Mutt starts swinging with the CGI monkeys for no reason whatsoever - and it's always thrilling to see Harrison Ford wearing a fedora, even if its not the only thing looking a bit dusty these days. I always used to defend the film for being good, just not when compared to the rest of the franchise, but I now know that even if you take it on it's own, it still really isn't worth it.
All that being said, it's not exactly a horrible film, there are some entertaining sequences - I really enjoyed the jungle-set car chase, up until Mutt starts swinging with the CGI monkeys for no reason whatsoever - and it's always thrilling to see Harrison Ford wearing a fedora, even if its not the only thing looking a bit dusty these days. I always used to defend the film for being good, just not when compared to the rest of the franchise, but I now know that even if you take it on it's own, it still really isn't worth it.
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Posted: Aug Fri 14, 2009 11:58 am
Post subject: Adventures in Reno
Greetings. I'm new, so be gentle.
A short introduction. I'm from Michigan, no stranger to the gambling game, have been to Las Vegas several times, but never Reno. Until last month. I enjoyed my time there; indeed, so much so that I'm heading back in a few days. In the meantime, I'll let you enjoy this trip report I did. It was posted on another board, so apologies to those who have seen it before.
P.S. I like what I see from this board so far. Keep up the good work!
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I had been intrigued by Reno for the past few years for their decent/good blackjack (single deck!) and good video poker, among other things. I always wanted to get a quick, inexpensive trip in, but LV was always cheaper.
Until now. I got the following specials:
* Orbitz special package price
* Orbitz $75 code off 3 night hotel package
* American/Delta flight from Detroit - $300 (equals the cheapest I've seen on Southwest, and at least $100 below normal)
* Room at the Peppermill for 3 nights, including a Saturday - $42 (far better than I could get on my own, probably around $200 for a room at a similar casino). Unfortunately, that didn't include their "resort" fees. I'll get to those a bit later.
In addition, the return flight on Delta would give me just enough miles to get me a free flight on Continental. They don't fly to Lansing anymore, but they have codeshares with both Delta and Deltwest, so I'll probably be able to get a flight sometime, somehow.
Staying at the Peppermill was something of a coup for several reasons. It had a reputation for being one of the better hotels in Reno (though I chose the Montego Bay room, their worst). The casino was good sized and seemed to have decent blackjack. It had good dining options, some of them inexpensive. It looked to be within walking distance of the Atlantis, which had similar characteristics. And it looked to be an easy bus ride to downtown, where there were several other casinos. Oh yeah, it has the bestest video poker game in the world - 9/6 JoB STP for quarters and 50 cents. I'll tell you more than you want to know about all these things. Just read on.
I reserved a Park & Fly rate at America's Best Value Inn in Romulus near the airport because (1) the forecast looked like rain later in the evening on Friday and into Saturday morning, (2) I don't like driving long distances early and in the dark - especially in the rain, (3) I could rest more before the flight, and (4) the parking rates at Detroit Metro are extortionate - $16-$20 a day. ABVI was better than I expected it to be. The bathroom was larger than usual for this class of hotel, which I'm sure the ladies who are reading will appreciate more than I did. The room came stocked with a refrigerator, microwave, coffee pot, and the usual hotel amenities. Unfortunately, that large bathroom took a chunk out of the rest of the room, which was a little snug. Or maybe I'm used to the Rio? The room was quiet, and curiously I didn't hear any planes until the morning of my departure. I watched the NASCAR Nationwide Series race and went to sleep.
Got the wakeup call at 4:30, cleaned myself up and went to the continental breakfast. Very disappointing - they only had juice and bagels. They might have had cereal, but I wasn't in the mood for it. I grabbed a cup of apple juice and checked out. The deal with the Park & Fly is that they gave me a voucher for up to a week's worth of parking at an exterior lot that was about a mile away. They would have shuttles there to take me to the airport and pick me up from there when the time came. The whole thing cost $79 - worth it, even though we didn't get any rain. I'd certainly consider doing it again.
I drove to the lot, followed their instructions and guidance, and took a shuttle to the North Terminal. American would be providing my flight to Reno. I'd never been to the North Terminal before; it's new and had replaced some other, older terminals that Deltwest rejected. It's similar to the familiar McNamara terminal in that it's a hike to get anywhere. The screening line was long but moved OK. I should note that this flight connected in Dallas. They were mostly eventless, but with a couple of notes. There were more kids on these flights than I expected - especially on the leg to Dallas. And the flight landed in Reno 20 minutes early. Nothing wrong with that.
Reno's terminal seemed large - not large like McCarran or Metro, but at least twice as big as Lansing. I'd imagine they have the traffic to justify it. They had plenty of slot machines, of course - including TPIR! I dooled as I saw Cliffhangers, I salivated when I spied Plinko, and my knees got weak when I glanced at the Dice Game. But I did not play. I guess there's hope for me yet.
One nice thing about Reno is that most of the major hotels had free shuttles to and from the airport. The Peppermill was not an exception to this. There was a group that was scheduled to leave at 10:45 which included the Peppermill... but they weren't there. They came a few minutes after that. The shuttle took about 10 minutes to get to the hotel, which brings us to 11 AM. They weren't ready for me yet, so I stashed my bag (only one carry-on with a small briefcase that I put inside the suitcase) and headed into the casino.
The first thing I noticed - lots of neon. Lots and lots and lots of neon. Sorry, no pictures - didn't take my camera with me. But trust me, there's lots and lots and lots and lots of neon. The second thing I noticed is that there's lots of mirrors around, which makes it look like there's even more neon. I found my STP machine after a bit of a search. They have three. The one I was on gave me four queens and I cashed out $23.50 ahead. I stopped at Saucy's, their barbecue joint. I had the chicken & rib platter. The total damage was about $27 with drink and tip. I thought this was a little better than Rub, but my eyes were bigger than my stomach in that this was far more than I could eat. I took the leftovers wtih me and ate them into the next morning. I did some more exploring, and by now it was about 12:45. I tried out their self-service kiosk and they were actually ready to check me in. The $20 trick is useless here, but I didn't care about that. I was offered a suite in their Tuscany Tower (newest and best) for $80 extra a night. Since I'm the last of the big time spenders, I declined the offer. The kiosk then spit out the key to my Montego Bay room, to which I went. The room was decent, about up to the standards of the Four Queens, only newer. It had a big plasma TV. Most prominent in the view was the Peppermill Tower.
After a short rest, I went back to the casino. I sampled NSUD Spin Poker Deluxe - up $18.75 in one spin. Good enough for me. I slid a short distance to their Breakout video slot game. There's a bit of a skill element in that the better you are at the game Breakout, the better the bonus will be. The good news is I got to the bonus game. The bad news is that I'm no good at it. I lost about $5, then moved over to Pong. No bonus here, but I scored a 390 coin (penny) hit for a $2.25 gain overall. Went back to STP. No great shakes, down $10.75 when I decided to quit. But the ticket got stuck and I had to wait for a technician to fish it out. Then I went to the high limit slot room for some $1 NSUD. A few hands in I got two threes and three rags. I discarded the rags and got two deuces and a three. That's 5-of-a-kind, good for $80. Score! I made some sports bets, because it's Nevada and I could. The bets I made were:
$10 on Cleveland +105 vs. Detroit (win $20.50)
$10 on KC +155 vs. Boston (lose)
$10 on Detroit to win the World Series at 12-1 (pending)
I was feeling daring, so I played 9/6 JoB 3 play, 10 quarters. The first hand was a whiff. I was dealt 2 pair on the second hand. One improved to a full house, which made a $35 gain.
I watched baseball and NASCAR and called it a night (sort of)
I should note here that it was a bit of a hike from the Montego Bay wing to the casino. There's a short tunnel to the Peppermill Tower, then to the elevator (it's on the 3rd floor), then to the 1st floor, then into the casino. It's times like these I wish I had a pedometer to measure the steps from my room at the Peppermill to the casino, or the room at the IP out the door (since there's nothing worth playing there), or my room at the Rio out the door (ditto).
Back to the Peppermill, I returned to the casino slightly after midnight. I lost $38 playing various video poker games - NSUD Spin, STP, NSUD 3 line. Then I went to the blackjack tables - only $10 minimums (and higher) were available. I chose a single deck table.
The casino has roughly even amounts of single and double deck tables, with a few shoes available for those who like them. The single deck had Reno rules (h17, d10, no das). Double deck allows doubling on any first two cards, but not after a split. The shoe allows DAS. All blackjacks paid 3:2 no matter how many decks they used, so you 6:5 fans need to head elsewhere. The single deck is the best game, but the limited doubling cuts most of its edge. Most of these rules are posted on the sign that holds the limits. The print is small, so you'll probably need to sit at the table to see them. The single and double decks are all hand shuffled and you can enter in the middle of a deck.
I got ground down and posted a $87.50 loss. I picked up a few bucks at my favorite NSUD in the high limit room. Then I settled in at another blackjack table - this one with a $5 minimum, double deck. My chips were slowly melting away, then caught a hot streatk with the sub dealer. I cashed out $55.50 ahead. I checked my account at one of the kiosks available to do so. I just started accumulating points (it's about $50/point for video poker; no, points aren't displayed as they're earned). They offered me a $5 sports book matchplay. I could've really used this the day before, but I was sure I could find some opportunity.
After some rest back in the room, I went back down to play some more. I won $3 at STP; filling more than my share of 4 flushes helped. And so did a dealt full house (no multiplier, alas). I won $9 at JoB, then played some nickel NSUD spin poker. Lost, did better, then lost some more. I waved the white flag down $48. Back to STP, this time for 50 cents per. I cashed out up $8. Burned through $40 at various other video poker games, then gained $30 at my favorite high limit machine. Then I played some more blackjack. I really shouldn't have done that, since I couldn't get much started and ended up $53.50 down.
By now the sun was rising and the day officially starting. To paraphrase the old Army ads, I did more gambling before 9 AM than most people do all day. And there was much more to come. After getting cleaned up, I made a quick stop by the sports book to pick up my winnings and place another bet. I put $10 (my $5 plus the match) on the Tigers -230 vs. Cleveland. Verlander was pitching against some schmoe at home, so I felt good about the bet. My only worry is that since Jason was an All-Star, they might pull him early and leave it up to a somewhat shaky bullpen. No worries as the Tigers jumped on the Indians 10-1. But that was later. Now I hit the exit and walked to the Atlantis. It was about a 10 minute walk down Virginia through a mostly commercial area. There were all kinds of businesses here - of most interest was the 7-11, the Walgreens, and the fast food outlets (Wendy's and Arby's). I'd compare it to Las Vegas' Boulder Highway between Boulder Station and the Eastside Cannery, except there was more foot traffic here.
Atlantis' layout was confusing, even with a map that I picked up. That may have made the casino look bigger than it was. I eventually found their club, Club Paradise. They offered a "spin" for signing up - $3 to $500 in free slot play. I'll give you three guesses as to how much I got - and your first two don't count. According to vpFREE2, the place has lots and lots and lots and lots of full-pay video poker - pretty much everything but FPDW. I didn't check every game on every machine, but I could confirm that they had lots of good games. One of their worst ones was Good Times Pay.
This is a new game, so I'll take another aside to try to explain it. It's a three hand game and each coin beyond 5 up to 10 will buy a shot at a multiplier from 1x to 7x. The more coins risked on the multiplier, the more and bigger the multiplier that can come. Each hand has its own multiplier. Which multipliers come is exactly proportional to the coins risked - in other words, if I risked 10 coins, the average multiplier would be 2x. It's a lot more fun than it sounds; sometimes you root against one hand (that has a small multiplier) in favor of another (which has a bigger one). You can play the free version at VideoPoker.com.
Of the pay schedules I checked, the best on this machine seemed to be 8/5 Bonus, so I played that. I whiffed on the free play, but quickly won $13 overall. Off to the STP machine - the Atlantis had 7, but I only played the three in the non-smoking area. I cashed out a whole buck ahead. Next I stopped at the 100 line 9/6 JoB. I was dealt trips, then the draw - 83 didn't improve, but I got 11 full houses and 6 quads. Nice. I went down to one hand, one cent for the fun of it and I was dealt a full house. Isn't that always the way? I cashed out here ahead $13.
I had other places to see, so I boarded the bus downtown. The Route 1 goes up and down Virginia. The base fare is $2, a 24-hour pass is $5 (I chose this one), and there were other discounted ride options. There was only one other person on the bus when I boarded, but we picked up about a dozen more on the way. The neighborhoods got rougher and rougher the closer we got to DT. First stop, Harrah's. This place seemed a notch downscale from the Las Vegas version, in keeping with the rest of the neighborhood, I guess. I pushed on dollar 9/6 JoB (full-pay JoB doesn't exist at any LV HET property for less than $5) and won a buck on some video slot. I earned a point or two, which was the goal.
I exited Harrah's near the famous arch. No camera, so not much point in lingering. Besides, the neighborhood discouraged that. I thought it was as seedy as most Strip people THINK Fremont St. is, but really isn't.
Next stop, the Eldorado. I thought it, the Silver Legacy, and Circus Circus were more alike than they were different in my quick look at each. They all had confusing layouts, all had slot machines on both 1st and 2nd levels (Circus less so, because they had other stuff) and all were connected by a 2nd floor walkway. I signed up for the club at each place. Silver Legacy is owned by MGM Mirage, but I don't even thiink they know they have it. They didn't take the MGM Players Club card. And Circus Circus we know MGM doesn't want anything to do with (other than collecting $$$ from the cash cow), but this version didn't take either the MGM card OR the CC LV card. They used the old One Club card, but they didn't have me on file. Curious. I made some token video poker play at each - +5 at the Eldorado, even at Silver Legacy, down $20 at the clown house.
Last impressions: The casinos in downtown Reno are OK, but the surrouding area could use some serious scrubbing up. Fine to see once, but not really worth a special trip, since their VP and BJ aren't any better than the Peppermill.
So I said goodbye by taking the bus back to the Peppermill (the trip took about 15 minutes each way). I flung some more money into my favorite high limit machine and paid off again - another $20 win.
After another break, I went back into the belly of the beast. I won $5 at Spin NSUD, then yet another $5 at my fav HL game. A quick session of double deck blackjack led to a $69 win, which probably didn't amuse the folks that kept track of such things. Then I blew about $20 in loose bills playing NSUD 3-line. At this point I had finally gone through the meal from Saucy's and was hungry again, so I stopped by El Pollo Loco. You West Coasters probably know all about it, but we don't have any here in Michigan. They had a 8 piece dark meat special for $6.99. I got the BBQ version of it and a drink, which set me back a little less than $10. The chicken was good.
At this point it was about 3:30, and I spent the rest of the day relaxing and watching TV. I guess I'm not such a degenerate after all.
I got up early again and headed to the casino. I took a look to see what offer they had for me today. Interesting - a 2-for-1 hotel room offer. It had to be used by October and I had to call them, as opposed to finding the best deal elsewhere. Probably marginally worth having, but I forgot to print it out. Shame. I then hit the STP machine, this time for 50 cent stakes. On the final hand I was dealt a high pair - one didn't improve, but the other two exploded into full houses. Nice, even though there was no multiplier. I ended $46 ahead. I won a bit at NSUD Spin Poker. Then on to my favorite high limit machine, now for $2/credit. Slurp! You should have seen how fast that $40 went. Back to STP. I won $57 thanks to 8x and 5x multipliers that didn't whiff. It seems like the worst thing in the world to get a big multiplier that doesn't pay. Ten times nothing is still nothing.
At this point Kenny was calling my name. Kenny Rogers did a video slot machine several years ago, in the early era of such games. I always take notice of it and sometimes give it a play. In Las Vegas, you can find it many places - including Main St. Station, El Cortez, and Gold Coast. It's often multi-demoninational, from pennies to dimes. I played for pennies on this day and was slowly getting ground down when I hit The Gambler bonus round. Brief explanation - pick one of three chips to determine how many picks of hands you'd get. The chips had 3, 4, and 5 under them. I got a 4. In the bonus game itself, you're "dealt" some poker hands and you have to decide whether to hold 'em or fold 'em. If you fold, you get to choose again. If you hold, you get the payout for that hand. The better the hand, the better the payout. For example, a single pair was worth 30 coins, and a royal flush was worth 300. I tossed the first two hands and came up with a full house - 210 coins. Good enough for me, and good enough to put me a teeny bit ahead. I gave it back at NSUD Spin by playing one line at 2 cents each. Then I lost $20 at JoB, up $3.75 at NSUD 3 line quarters.
I stopped by a single deck blackjack table and couldn't get anything started until I was way down. I ended up losing $57 overall. I took my frustrations out on the nearest STP machine (not so near, but you know what I mean). I got $21.50 back, which made me feel a little better. By now the morning was coming, so I went back to the room to freshen up and prepare.
And now it was time to head for Atlantis again. I was still learning my way around, but it was still confusing. For some reason I headed for the video slots first. I eked out a minimal gain at Cops & Donuts, then I saw JAWS!!!! This was high on my list to play, and I couldn't find it anywhere until now. I slipped in a ten and that thing got wolfed down faster than a great white can wolf down a swimmer's leg. The guys on either side of me got bonuses, and nice ones. I didn't get a bonus. Onward.
I won a couple of bucks at Megabucks before moving to video poker and GTP. This time it gashed me for $35. When the hands don't come, this can eat your money really quickly - even faster than STP, even at quarters. I went to the non-smoking section and bounced around between machines - +3 at STP, +3.35 at 100 line JoB, -40.25 at a different STP. I then tried the third STP machine. This one didn't make any noise. On my first hand I got a 8x multiplier with a dealt two pair. No improvement, but a 240 coin payout is still pretty nice. I left up $55.50. I found a NSUD machine that I played for 20 nickels. I was dealt AA, then got the other two aces and a deuce. This only paid 16-for-1; I'm sure there are games that would have paid a whole lot more for that combination, and for a moment I wish I had played one of them, for bigger stakes. Left that one up $9 and bounced to another 100 line machine, retired up $6 on that one. Then to STP again, up $13. Then last to quarter NSUD, up $7.50.
One quirk of the Atlantis is that when you put your card in the slot, a voice would say, "Welcome to Atlantis" and a few other things I don't remember. I'm not sure whether I was more amused or annoyed by it. I guess after awhile I got used to it. Anyway, I'll remember Atlantis fondly, but will they remember me at all? That remains to be seen. I only got about 25 points (it's roughly $40 per point, but they don't tell you directly).
On the way back, I stopped by 7-11 for a Slurpee and apple danish. Three bucks and it hit the spot.
Back at the Peppermill, I gained $5.50 at STP, lost $23.50 at NSUD Spin, lost $7 more at STP, and another $30 at JoB. Then came the true degenerate portion of the program. Back at STP and was hitting some nice hands and multipliers, but usually not at the same time. Several times I was going to quit if I gained just a little more, but I never could. I should never have gotten started, since I lost $118 before I waved the white flag. Then I went to the craps table - a sure sign I was degenerating. I stayed there awhile playing one or two pass/come numbers with single odds ($5 minimum with 3/4/5 odds). No big rolls came and I finally walked back to the room down $21.
That little degenerate act took me from being up a little to down a little. I refused to accept that, so I rested up, grabbed some more of my stash, and went down to get what I came for. First, blackjack. I got way down (thanks in small part to those three dealer blackjacks in a row - a pretty neat trick at double deck), but caught a nice run to finish up $25. Then STP went my way for $22. Then some more craps.
I got ground down slowly. During this, a guy came in who bought for several hundred and started playing the field and hardways. This is usually a recipe for disaster, but the rolls went his way, and one of his payouts was over $1500. He tipped the dealer in $25 chips, which was darned nice of him, and they said so. He didn't stay long, but he left with quite a bit of the Peppermill's money. Good for him. I bet the Peppermill would like a sequel.
Anyway, soon after that, we got a nice roll - I'd say between 20-30 numbers without a 7-out. We were all betting pass, so we all did well here. I went from being down, oh, $130 or so, to being up $16.
For dinner I went down to the coffee shop for a burger melt. This was one of the items on their special menu for $5.99. With drink and tip the total damage was about $13. Good food at a fair price.
After watching part of the Home Run Derby (I was thinking about betting on Brandon Inge at 10-1 to win the thing; that would not have been a good idea) and the Bachelorette, along with some rest, I went down for the last time.
I stopped by the NSUD Spin Poker for nickels and won $1.50. Not much, but it was a good start. STP was full, so I went to a random double deck blackjack table. I got hot almost from the start and cashed out up $75.50. That meant I would go home a winner if I didn't go degenerate in the next 12 hours or so. Triumphant, I hit the hay.
Up and at 'em about 4:30 to see what freebies they had for me today. The kiosks weren't working so I immediately went back to the room. I went back down about 5:30. They still weren't working, but a friendly floorman said they were scheduled to be back up in about another half hour. So I went to the coffee shop for their steak speical. It was OK; I've had better elsewhere. The hash browns tasted a little funny in a way that I can't describe. The total damage was about $14.
On the way back to the room I checked at the kiosks. I now had 253 points. This was very interesting because my points really started to zoom once I gave up the video poker and started playing more BJ/craps. Did they confuse me with Mr. Hardway? Well, anyway, I estimate about 70 points of that came through VP/slot play and the rest from BJ/craps. The next level, "Bronze", was at 500 points. If I had an extra day or two, I would have hung around the craps table to try for it. But for now I was pretty much out of time and happy to get away with a victory.
Today's coupon was either entries in some drawing I didn't care about or a free $2 bet at the roulette table. You know I love my coupons, but this was too small for me to bother with. I went for the entries.
I spent the rest of the time watching DVDs and preparing for departure. Finally it was time to leave. I checked out by TV, which went smoothly, except for one thing - the Excess Neon charge was taxed, so instead of $10 per day, it was $11.30 day. Grrr, but whatever.
There were only four people on the shuttle; I thought there would be more, since it was 11 AM, the official check-out time at the Peppermill. Reno seemed to have their ticket counters and such under construction, so they were under what looked like big tents. The hotel had a table where you could print out your boarding pass, but I couldn't get it to work (not their fault), so I did it here and now. I had a Northwest codeshare with Delta so I could get miles on Continental. Got it?
Screening was routine. I noticed there weren't many people here for the size of the airport. I'm sure they had busier times. Fortunately, I didn't pass by those TPIR machines. I didn't need the temptation.
Finally it was time to board. I would like to say the flights were eventless, but a few things did happen that I want to highlight:
* We hit some major clear air turbulence low over both Reno and Salt Lake City. I don't know why and the flight deck didn't bother to explain.
* Normally I get flight attendants who have been around awhile and, um, look it. But on the RNO-SLC flight, there was a major hottie working. Based on a guess at her age, the flight, and the fact that she was in cattle car class told me she probably didn't have a lot of seniority. I wonder how her future will go.
* The terminal in Salt Lake City was ridiculously busy. It was hard to maneuver through the crowds and there wasn't enough seating for the size of the planes they moved in and out of there, so I and many others had to stand.
* They showed a movie on the SLC-DTW leg, "Duplicity". I didn't watch. I slept through more than half the flight.
* The flight landed in Detroit about 40 minutes early.
I wasn't very sharp, so I apologize to my shuttle driver and to those people who encountered me on the drive between Romulus and Lansing. I arrived home a bit past midnight, and thus ended another casino adventure.
Peppermill Pros:
+ Plenty of good video poker
+ Friendly and efficient staff
+ Decemt table games, both quantity and quality
+ Good food options
+ Montego Bay room not half bad
+ Self-service options very good
Peppermill Cons:
- Spin Poker and especially STP could get full at times
- Montego Bay wing a bit of a hike to the casino
- Ho hum video slot choices
Overall I enjoyed my stay there and would consider returning.
Atlantis Pros:
+ Video poker heaven
+ Less busy than the Peppermill
+ Non-smoking section with good games
Atlantis Cons:
- Not enough ticket machines for the size of the casino
- Casino was very confusing
Overall I would consider staying here if the price was right. I preferred the Peppermill, but I could be bought into changing my mind.
* The weather - highs around 90, lows in the 60s. No rain. I bet Las Veags was much warmer.
* Downtown Reno was disappointing - not very nice and the casinos were the same ol' same ol'. No reason to go there ever again unless I happen to stay there.
* Overall I won about $60 - not much, but in the right direction.
* JAWS can bite me.
* Next trips: Reno, August, Peppermill; Las Vegas, late October, hotel TBA and Gold Coast (comp).
Thank you for reading. I hope I was entertaining and informative.
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Posted: Aug Sat 15, 2009 9:11 am
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Wow what a great trip report.
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Posted: Aug Sat 15, 2009 12:16 pm
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Very entertaining TR. Thanks for taking the time to contribute. Hope to see your next one about this month's trip.
RNO can be a rough airport to handle, I think because of the updrafts from the mountains. That would explain Salt Lake City too. Another one is Phoenix when it's hot, which really stirs up the winds as well.
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Posted: Aug Sat 15, 2009 3:43 pm
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Great Report. I'm from Lansing too. Relocated to North Carolina in 1984. Still go up to North to visit family and friends.
Reno is our choice of gambling spots. Glad you enjoyed it. It's not Vegas but that's what makes it unique.
Our next visit to the Peppermill is the end of the month. I'll post a report.
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Hey alphabeta,
You must have taken trip report writing 101. You should be teaching it. Very detailed and almost nothing left out. Welcome to the board with a kick-butt start!
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Posted: Aug Mon 17, 2009 12:26 pm
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Thank you, everyone, for your kind words and warm welcome.
remano: Thanks for the airport heads up. It slipped my mind that both RNO and SLC are at elevation and that could have caused the turbulence.
garyandsharon: Good to meet another Michigander. I think I'll be leaving Reno just as you're arriving. I certainly look forward to your report; I think it will be very interesting to compare notes.
john: What can I say? I've always had a knack for telling interesting stories and hanging out on the Las Vegas Advisor (LVA) boards helped hone my skills.
OK, so it's about 24 hours until I leave for my second trip to Reno. Burning questions:
* Will I see that hot stew... er, flight attendant again?
* Will I make Bronze at the Peppermill?
* What surprises - good and bad - will I find at the Peppermill and Atlantis?
* Will I hit it big with my $25 of freeplay at Neon Central?
* Will I hit it big at all?
* Will I like what I find at the Pep's other restaurants?
* What adventures will I have that I can share with my friends?
* What adventures will I have that I can't share with anyone?
* Will I come home a winner again?
The answers to these and many more questions will be answered in my trip, and my trip report. Look for it sometime next week.
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Posted: Aug Mon 17, 2009 2:47 pm
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Hi and Welcome to the board. Enjoyed yoru trip report. Flying into reno can be scary! One time when my husband and i were flying in, it was really bad. There was a young child 4 or 5'is a few rows ahead. I just remember him saying "weeee, were going down". Here i am afraid of flying and this kid thought it was great! lol
Looking forward to your next trip report. I think you will make bronze for sure.
Does the Pep now tell you how many points you have earned on your trip at the Kiosks? They have always been so secretive with that.
Was the Montego Bay room pretty decent, minus the walk? At least you get your exercise in right? Kinda like when i stay in the Tuscany Tower. Its a hike.
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Posted: Aug Mon 17, 2009 10:36 pm
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Thanks AB. I too will chime in my compliments.
Enjoyed the detailed report. Keep em comin. Sometimes this board gets a little bit dead.
I don't seem to ever have anything new to report from my trips.
so if it aint interestin', I don't choose to report it.
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Posted: Aug Tue 18, 2009 1:04 am
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Thank you, alison and jerry!
alison wrote:
Does the Pep now tell you how many points you have earned on your trip at the Kiosks? They have always been so secretive with that.
Was the Montego Bay room pretty decent, minus the walk? At least you get your exercise in right? Kinda like when i stay in the Tuscany Tower. Its a hike.
I'm not sure they tell directly how many points were earned during a trip, but they did tell how many extra tickets I had earned for their various drawings, which come periodically. From that I could get a rough guide of how many points I had earned in the previous week/month/whatever.
The Montego Bay room was fine. It suited my purposes well. It had obviously been recently renovated and everything worked well. Perhaps one day I'll get into Tuscany, but that's for another time...
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Posted: Aug Tue 18, 2009 8:28 am
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That was a very nice report. How in the heck do you remember all those details? When I get home it is all just a big blur to me.....including how many beers I drank.
I have never got squat swipping my card at the kiosk at the Peppermill. I try it every time, and all I get are a couple of drawing tickets for a drawing at a time when I will be home.
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Posted: Aug Tue 18, 2009 11:20 am
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CaSwede wrote:
I have never got squat swipping my card at the kiosk at the Peppermill. I try it every time, and all I get are a couple of drawing tickets for a drawing at a time when I will be home.
Once in a while I will get a restaurant discount, usually $5 off, or a match play coupon. Maybe the best coupon was a $2 free spin on the roulette wheel, which I played straight up on a number and hit for $70.
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Posted: Aug Tue 18, 2009 11:23 am
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Yeah i usually get free hotel night, or a free desert ect. Nothing to exciting. I want the free mr money play. Never get that!
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Posted: Aug Tue 18, 2009 3:39 pm
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Ali, they no longer give the Mr. Money coupons on the swipe. You now have to accumulate 1,000 points to get one. Is that the pits or what? That means winning $26 on the Mr. Money machine costs about $6,000. Oh boy, sign me up.
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Posted: Aug Wed 19, 2009 11:30 am
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And I thought Mr Money was the fully- bearded hip guy with the birds on his shoulders.
No, wait, the Bird Colonel was an Army guy. Forget it.
I no longer go to the Pep for gaming. I go simply to have the cocktail waitresses fawn over me as I pretend to play the penny slots and suck up free beer for the quarter tips I generously bestow upon them.
Come to think of it now: Perhaps the waitresses are not really "fawning". They may just be awaiting a more appropriate tip.
Ah well, it's better than pumping money into the slot/shredders.
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EXTRACT FORBianca's Slaves (S K Lavin)
Slaves' was written as a sequel to the two earlier quite magnificent Bruno
novels, 'Bianca's Island I and II', and is a tribute to this great writer, who
I quite honestly consider to be the best in the genre.
reading the earlier titles is not a pre-requisite to enjoying this book,
readers familiar with them may get an additional level of enjoyment out of it.
Here, I
have tried to stay true to Victor Bruno's depiction, borrowing the vignette
structure used by Victor Bruno in the earlier titles and telling the story from
the varying viewpoints of the characters themselves; first of the slave, then
Mistress, Guests and Overseers etc.
In this
book, I have tried to address the internal battle that the slave must fight
with herself as she readjusts to her new reality. The story, meanwhile, re-acquaints us with
many familiar characters like Mistress Bianca herself and Mr. Belmont, plus
several new ones, hopefully bringing to life the real story of an arrogant
English aristocrat's downfall and brutal induction into slave life.
conclusion, I hope that you will enjoy reading the story as much as I did
writing it.
narrative of slave Victoria
"Aaaarrrgggghhh!" I scream in agony and jerk violently against
my chains as the whip lashes my back. My
black overseer hangs the oiled, single strand whip casually around my neck,
grabs a handful of my sweat soaked blonde hair in his fist and twists my head
painfully back to gaze grimly into my eyes.
this whipping, slut, and try harder in future not to displease the guests!" he
growls irritably. "I leave you to think
about the error of your ways." He scowls and I drop my gaze in shame. "Think on this, too, slave," he says grimly,
"when I return I intend to fuck you hard!
It will be better for you not to disappoint me with your
performance! Understand?"
My back
and buttocks are burning as though on fire.
The pain is excruciating, and I am convinced the skin is split and
bleeding in many places. I continue to
gasp and groan, fighting for breath and trying desperately to formulate some
kind of answer. I can give myself no
relief because I am chained, my wrists linked together above my head to metal
cuffs hanging from the ceiling. My
ankles, too, are chained to floor-based cuffs, adjusted to stretch my legs wide
apart, leaving me hanging with all my weight on my wrists and arms. My agony seems to last forever. Yet I must answer my black Master or risk yet
further punishment. "Y … yes … s … sir,"
I finally manage to stutter, "I … I … understand, sir."
He gives a
satisfied nod and, without a further backward glance at his tortured slave,
leaves the punishment chamber, the heavy metal door slamming shut solidly
behind him.
the biting pain in my back and buttocks begins to ease and my groans subside
into little whimpering moans. My breath
continues to come in short sharp gasps, my breasts heaving and wobbling
indecently as I try to take in as much oxygen as possible.
very slowly, I get my senses back, taking stock of the dreadful room I am
in. I have of course, been here many
times before and every time has been a very painful experience. It is one of the many private punishment
rooms on Bianca's Island, sometimes used for training new slaves, or by the
Mistresses and overseers for fun or entertainment. A punishment such as I have just experienced
is an unusual event in this room. Severe
whippings are usually carried out in public at the end of the day's work
schedule; giving the guests a spectacle to watch which Mistress Bianca has
named her 'Sundowner Entertainment'.
The room
itself is not very large, perhaps twenty feet by fifteen. The front and sides of the room are
full-length mirrors, the back is a wall with a heavy, metal-studded door which
leads out into a corridor.
central features of the room are the wrist cuffs that hang from the pulley
fixed in the ceiling and which can be adjusted for both width and height. Likewise there are ankle cuffs which can be
similarly adjusted. The mirrors exist so
that the hapless slave can see herself being whipped, fucked or otherwise
tortured, and abused.
I look at
myself in the mirror, seeing the reflection of a proverbial English rose
looking back at me. My humiliation is
complete. The former Lady Victoria
Chester – now just 'slave Victoria' - is quite tall, five foot
eight in height, with ivory white skin that even daily exposure to the
Caribbean sun has only managed to tint to a light golden tan. My eyes are pale ice blue and my features are
pleasantly even. I have been told many
times that I am beautiful. I also have a
smile that I used to be told was electric, though I don't think I smile very
much anymore. My naturally blonde,
nearly waist length hair is bleached to a pleasing corn-like colour by the
strong Caribbean sun. I have a tall,
slim, athletic figure, shaped earlier by countless hours in the top health
clubs of London and more recently by a regime of hard manual labour on the
island. My breasts are perhaps a trifle
overfull, yet still reasonably firm, crowned by large nipples. I've always been very proud of my beautiful
tits, delighting in the many compliments paid to me by my many admirers in the
Now, of
course, my stomach is taut and one can see the hint of
muscles beneath my previously feminine curves.
Slave training on Bianca's Island has seen to it. My hips are wide as if made for child-bearing
and my mons and vaginal entrance, if not depilated, would boast the same corn
coloured blonde hair as that on my head. My buttocks are tight yet shapely, as are my
long, long legs and, on my eighteenth birthday, Tatler voted me 'debutante of
the year' and named me as one of the ten most beautiful women in the England.
though, I can appraise myself more critically, in the manner that has become
quite customary for others to do since my enslavement. I am, in the estimation of Mistress Bianca's
'guests', no longer really human; but more like a domestic animal or pet
offered for view in a market – good for fucking, torturing or hard, manual
labour, but little else.
I think that – could my previous friends and acquaintances see me now- I might
even be considered to be more beautiful and pleasing to them than I was when
free. In the first place I know I am much
fitter than I ever was, a consequence of the basic, balanced 'slave-gruel' diet
and the hard labour to which all the island's slaves are subjected. My muscle tone and suntan are certainly far
improved and then there are the other subtle differences. The sight of my depilated pussy and total
absence of other body hair pleases the majority of the 'guests'; as do my
nipple and labial rings, which glint most becomingly in the light. Yes, as well as my pussy lips and clitoris,
my much-admired breasts have been pierced and set with a pair of golden rings
that keep my sensitive nipples constantly erect. More importantly, of course, they proclaim me
slave, both to any free person who sets eyes on me as well as to me myself.
For the
past two years of my captivity, I have been denied all clothing. Instead, I have worn the rings. They were placed on me at the command of my
Mistress, Bianca, as a symbol of my slavery.
Every time I look at myself in a mirror, they are the first things to
catch my eye. I have tugged at them,
twisted them through their holes, on rare occasions tried to pull them out or
break them; but they are permanent, inviolable, proclaiming me slave to
all. They are the most potent symbol of
my slavery. I have often wished that the
Tatler people might see me thus, but I fear that, at least in their eyes,
Victoria the helpless slavegirl could never compare with the arrogant, former
What a
world I now live in, indeed! I look at
myself closely in the mirror. Rivulets
of sweat trickle down my body, a consequence of my thrashing. My sweaty hair hangs in matted rat-tails down
my back and my body twitches involuntarily within the confines of my
chains. Helplessly, I await the return
of my Negro overseer, the brute who has just thrashed me and who intends to
fuck me brutally again in what I believe is an act of revenge for what my
ancestors allegedly did to his, centuries ago.
passes slowly when you are a slave, giving me time to reflect. I have no watch, in fact I have no possessions
at all. I just have to wait in bondage
for my black man's pleasure, if he bothers to return at all. Strange as it may seem, as the pain from my
whipping slowly subsides, I feel a treacherously warm feeling stirring inside
my loins. One surprising thing that I
have learnt as a slave is that, amazingly, being whipped or caned tends to
arouse me sexually.
Of course,
the pain is always intolerable when applied, but afterwards my libido always
becomes enhanced to the point that I secretly look forward to being fucked or
otherwise used by the Master, Mistress, Overseer or whoever else is punishing
It is
quite astounding that being punished or otherwise humiliated sexually by a
black or coloured person arouses me similarly, though I am careful not to let
this become too obvious. I am afraid
that, if my captors knew, they would deny me even this pleasure.
Yes, I
have changed. Gone is the arrogance of
the English aristocrat, gone is my feeling of contempt for the black and
coloured races; gone are the airs and graces in which I once delighted. Yes, it is fair to say that I have had those
superficial 'airs' whipped right out of me.
Two years of being a slave on Bianca's Island have taught me a lot. Two years of being permanently naked and
chained, being humiliated and punished, being made to serve many a client of
differing hues and genders in every possible sexual way with every fibre of my
body have taught me exactly where I stand within the context of the society
here. The last surviving member of my
illustrious clan is nothing more than a used and abused slave girl on this
Island State, the exclusive property of Mistress Bianca.
It is as
though God deliberately brought me up as a super snob so that my fall from
power would be further and harder and give more pleasure to my owner and her
guests. The truth is that the last of
our line must now use her body to satisfy the most venal
of the Mistress's servants and guests, throwing every sinew of her body into
the pleasuring of her superiors.
If only my
racist ancestors could see how their last female descendant has to twist and
writhe to accommodate her coloured ravisher's sperm and to lick him or her
clean thereafter. They might also cringe
to see how often she is brought easily to orgasm by the descendants of former
slaves who now oversee her and often spurn her contemptuously once they have
taken pleasure with her body.
I can
admit it now to myself, at least.
Secretly, in the very core of my being, I am forced to confess that the
endless abuse has become to arouse me in the most bizarre way. In this regard I am also forced to include
the whippings, canings and other punishments that I am forced to bear. It is so, and I am unable to dispute the fact
that my ravishments, no matter how brutal, never fail to bring me to massive
orgasms, the like of which I might never have known as a free woman. My captors, of course, are very much aware of
my body's helpless betrayal and my inevitable descent into animal-like
acceptance of my lot. They are expert in
training a girl slave. The fact is
stamped deep into my psyche now. My
slavery is absolute.
I hear a
key in the lock. The door swings open
and my overseer, Hakim, enters. He is a
mountain of a man – six foot four in height, jet-black
skin with tribal scars on his scary looking face. He is enormous in every way; his huge chest
ripples with muscles, his biceps and thighs bulge but most of all he is the
most gigantically hung man on the island.
He claims that his cock is eleven inches long, but having felt it
before, I believe it to be bigger and it is so thick that my hand barely goes
around it. Hakim has been my overseer
since the day I was enslaved. He has the reputation of being very cruel and, as
I have just experienced, he enjoys brutally abusing the many high born while
girls in his charge.
The huge
black monster stands right in front of me and I turn to jelly in front of his
raw power. Thank God the manacles are
still holding me up. From previous
experience, I am extremely nervous at what he is about to do to me now.
Calmly, he
reaches out to grab my ringed nipples and, looking deep into my eyes, twists
them hard.
I gasp in pain.
"I am
going to fuck you now, milady," he growls, stripping off his skimpy loincloth
to expose his giant black nudity to me.
"Are you ready to serve?"
"Y … yes … Sir," I stammer, intimidated, as usual,
by his almost unbelievable size and knowing that my sex channel will inevitably
be painfully stretched to accommodate him.
'Sir' is the usual mode of address to an overseer. Guests, of course, are always addressed as
'Master' or 'Mistress'.
He presses
a switch on a control panel in the wall and my chains start to drop, allowing
my feet to touch the floor and my naked body to assume a more natural pose. My legs feel like jelly and I am shaking with
both fear and anticipation. Releasing my
wrists, he twists them behind me and attaches them to one another by a single
link. Another press of a button raises
my pinioned arms behind me, forcing me to bend forward painfully, my cuffed
wrists being pulled higher and higher until I fear that my arms will be
wrenched from their shoulder sockets. In
the mirror, I see myself forced to bend over double. Hakim kicks my already spread legs further
apart until I am standing on tip-toe, arms pulled straight up and my head
somewhere round about my smooth, depilated vagina.
he stands in front of me and, grabbing me by the hair to bring my head up in
order to exhibit his giant, already semi-erect black equipment to me. Not waiting for his command, I open my mouth
as wide as it will go, taking him straight down my throat as he lunges
forward. Big as he is, it is not so
difficult as it might seem. Much
practice, of course, can make anything possible and I am now able to
deep-throat even the giant-sized Hakim without nearly choking to death!
always treats me in this extra rough way.
Remembering my previous position – and my perceived betrayal of Mistress
Bianca – I am now considered to be the lowest of the low; just a treacherous,
contemptible white slave to be used and abused at anyone's whim. I've seen Hakim sometime with animals; with
them he can be quite gentle, but not with me.
I begin to
suck assiduously as he moves smoothly up and down my throat. My mind is racing. I am just a poor slave. How can I convince him of my new-found
humility and acceptance of my lot? How
can I persuade him to treat me more gently?
Avidly, I administer to him orally and, within what seem like only
moments, he is ready for the next stage of my rape.
He walks
around me and positions the head of his formidable penis against my oh-so
vulnerable pussy. I feel his throbbing
head against my labia and actually feel a little relieved, despite the
inescapable fact that I know from experience that this is going to hurt – a
lot! In my jack-knifed position he could
easily take me in my 'rear' channel, which would be much more painful, probably
leaving me 'hors-de-combat' for a week or so.
I feel two
gigantic hands position themselves on my flanks to give the giant Negro
leverage. There is no finesse about what
happens next and, despite any anticipation on my part, it is just as painful as
I expected.
I scream loudly as I am brutally impaled on the massive member of my
ravisher. The pain is overwhelming
and I cannot help it. My screams
reverberate around the stone cell as my overstretched and fear-dried love
channel is forced to accept the huge invader.
Instinctively, I arch my upper body as I am penetrated deeper and
deeper. Firm hands on my nipples pull me
back with incredible power, forcing my captive body to take in the full length
of his weapon. He penetrates me to the
hilt with this first, savage thrust and I shudder as
my body tries desperately to accommodate him.
He grabs
my hair again and forces me upwards, my body bending backwards like a bow as I
am forced to look into the mirror. I am breathless and my screams die away into a kind of choking
groan as the unavoidable fire begins to build in my shaking loins. Already, my natural juices are beginning to
lubricate my channel as he moves restlessly inside me.
reads the signals correctly and, grinning contemptuously, begins to slap my
hanging, pendulous tits as I remain standing, bent over, totally helpless and
skewered on his gigantic cock. As usual,
any pleasure I might feel will be tempered by a matching amount of pain mixed
with a sense of extreme humiliation at my body's betrayal of my self-will.
and groaning, I feel my arousal unavoidably mounting, my cunt muscles already
beginning to undulate helplessly along the length of his cock. I am totally in his power, no longer in any
way in command of my body. I am
defeated; a total slave to my ravisher – as he wills it..
He makes
as if to withdraw and I tense, wishing to hold him there, deep inside me
despite my discomfort, for a just little while longer. It is useless, of course. He will not be stayed. He pulls out until only the swollen head of
his cock is held just within my love portal – then rams into me hard again.
I scream once more as once more he penetrates deep within me! Still I am forced to look into the mirror by
his hand forcing my head up by the hair.
This time the shock is deeper and, incredibly to my shocked mind, not so
painful. My slave body is already
beginning to accommodate itself to his giant size. I shudder as a previously forbidden lust
takes unassailable hold of me. The pain
is suddenly secondary, my helpless ascent to slave orgasm all that concerns me.
The giant
brute begins to increase his pace, my violated pussy eagerly absorbing every
thrust of the rampant male member within it.
Soon I begin to succumb at the altar of the male again. The thrusts grow more urgent, my breathless
screams and whimperings louder while Hakim's breath comes in rasps. I am responding helplessly to the brutal fuck
and he slams into me harder and yet more savagely until - in the same instant -
slave and overseer buck into orgasm together.
I am
exhausted and slaked yet, despite my body's pain, try to enjoy the moment,
still cozening Hakim's cock deep inside me.
It is not to be, of course. As
soon as he recovers from his monstrous ejaculation, Hakim slips out of me with
a disgusting 'squelch' and feel a mixture of his jism and my own juices running
down the insides of my thighs.
around to stand spread-legged front of me, he waits without speaking for me to
clean him. Submissively, I lean forward
as far as I can to take the still erect and leaking cock gently in my
mouth. I have been well trained to do
this for my Masters and Mistresses, of course, and no longer see it as anything
less than my slave duty. He then unhooks
my arms, collars and re-cuffs me and then leads me back to my cell on very
unsteady feet.
And so, on
this beautiful Caribbean island, a black overseer leads his well-fucked slave,
once the darling of English society, through the Spartan corridors of the slave
quarters. I follow him meekly,
well-thrashed, used and filled with his seed, to be locked away for the
night. He has not said a word to me
since the beginning of my ravishing.
We reach
my cell, Hakim locks the end of my chain to the ringbolt in the wall and
squeezes my tits hard just for fun before un-cuffing my hands.
"Sleep well,
slut!" he growls, crudely fingering my well used and weeping slit. "Mistress Bianca inspects you tomorrow." With this, he leaves, slamming the door
behind him.
My name is
Victoria and I am a slave for life on Bianca's Island. My full name and rank before my enslavement
was Lady Victoria Chester. Mistress
Bianca has instructed me to write down my story, though I'm not quite sure why
she has done so. Perhaps it is to humiliate me further, perhaps it is a form of
advertisement for her island, or perhaps even to deter other former guests from
contemplating doing what I did.
Whichever is the case, I suspect she gets a sadistic pleasure by making
me re-live my degradation through my own words.
I have
just completed my twenty-third birthday and this is my
second year of captivity on Bianca's Island.
What follows is my story. …


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