Today I don’t want to talk about myself. I don’t want to talk about writing, and I don’t want to talk about VO. All I want to talk about today is a new distraction that has brought my whole household an obscene amount of entertainment, joy and salt: Salty Bet
Saltybet.com was introduced to me by one of my husband’s Magical Friends (friends who play Magic the Gathering). The site is a live stream of characters from almost every fighting game you know (and even more you don’t) in a fighting game engine that puts random AI characters head-to-head. You sign-up, get fake money to gamble, and you bet on matches. Throw in made-up characters and “girls don’t exist on the internet” banter, and you have internet meth. Salty Bet is the Heisenberg of the interwebz, and I’m hooked.
I can’t decide what I love most about Salty Bet. My incognito, boyish, trolling, cursing and goofy inside joking in the chat? The hilarious match-ups? The random glitches and special attacks (You salty peeps know I’m talking about Mexibeams!). The music? The Thursday night bracket tournaments? Hell, I even love betting all in, finding out mistakes were made and losing all my money, thus being forced back into the salt mines!!! I don’t know!
Don’t matter. We just keep this on in the background virtually 24/7, and we even invested the four real dollars to be Illuminati. I wanna make a Salty Bet Salt Girl costume for Halloween and do fan music…cuz that’s how this little Waifu rolls!!!