JILIPARK PH
Players who open an account with Jilipark PH are greeted with a registration bonus, the first of many potential gifts on their way to untold riches. ‘PUT YOUR DETAILS, VERIFY ACCOUNT AND THERE YOU GO WITH YOUR FREE GIFT,’ the site promises, and that might well be the last time a prospective loser spends a peso. The freebie is usually channelled towards free spins on slot games, an initial deposit bonus, or a cashback offer. The spins let you play games at no outlay, in the hope that the first time out of the blocks turns you into a hugely profitable player.
The cashback is usually an insurance policy against early losses, or at least a cushion against early disappointment. The much richest reward for a player is the deposit match, the practice whereby you can twice or triple your money, in effect buying yourself a vastly inflated chance of cashing out. But, of course, none of this guaranteed riches comes for free.
The present comes with its grant of conditions, and, as ever with conditions, you must get them right. Those who learn the ropes – and that includes which bets to place at which time, and to leave the table’ – will grab their rewards by the scruff of the neck as riches are being tipped out of the financial pipe.
A past that closed in on him like a conch shell, moving slowly but surely, hinting that there would be information that he should listen to, but only later. He had been born in the Philippines, a melancholy man of melancholy means, but one night, with a moon so low that it touched the rooftops and thick clouds creeping across the sky like ants, he got a fever that stopped him in his tracks.
He began to dream, and he dreamt so intensely, it burned its way into his brain. When he woke, he was not where he had been. The city was gone, a place of cobblestone and horse-drawn carriages, people dressed in puffed sleeves and an era that was too old, too ancient.
For a while, he didn’t know how to interpret what had happened: he had somehow been thrust back 100 years. The world was so different, but also so similar. His modern memories haunted him, and with them came an opportunity.
With the benefit of his former life, PH JILIPARK grasped at every silver dollar falling from the sky, buying and selling things that would soon be in scarce supply, investing in technologies that would eventually become industries. Knowledge of history is the richest asset he has. Before long, he is a man of wealth.
He’d re-fashioned an empire in the name of absolute certainty: his every decision brought about a seemingly inevitable outcome, a gesture made by someone who knows what will happen next because he’s already lived through history once before. To everyone else in this old world, JILIPARK PH was a visionary, a man whose crystal ball accurately predicted the exact course of fortune. But he knew better: he wasn’t a visionary; he was a man who’d lived history once already, and every decision shaped another future into a inevitability.
But with his money and power, along with a feeling that he was affecting the vagaries of fate, came a horrible thought, a cynical, dark version of the old reincarnation cliché, nibbling at JILIPARK PH’s mind as the decades ticked by. Had he been reborn? Or was he somehow cursed, caught between two worlds? The longer he lived, the higher his riches grew, and the heavier his burdens, and JILIPARK PH couldn’t stop feeling that time itself had a cost, just like the games in the casino halls.
