MidReal Story
The Bet of Chaos
Scenario: It's the World Series and sports betting is in its prime, introducing GPTBETS AI, a personal sports betting assistant that is leveling the game for betting all of the biggest sports celebrities are commenting on it and all of the bats are on the right side for the World Series. it's a complete upset Vegas lose his big time because nobody was on the opposite, losing end of the action because of gptbets.io
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John "Vegas" Bookman
professional gambler, friends with other protagonists, rugged with sharp eyes, cunning and risktaking.
Sarah Jennings
data scientist behind GPTBETS, collaborates with Vegas and Mike, petite with glasses, intelligent and secretive.
Mike "The Shark" O'Leary
sports commentator and former player, knows Vegas from the industry, broadshouldered with a charismatic smile, knowledgeable and charismatic.
I was in the middle of a losing streak when I first heard about GPTBETS.
The World Series was coming up, and I’d already lost a bundle on the playoffs.
I was desperate for a win, and I was willing to try anything.
That’s when my buddy Mike sent me a text.
“Have you heard about this new AI?”
I texted back.
“Supposedly, it can predict the outcome of any game with 99% accuracy,” he replied.
“Sounds like bullshit to me,” I said.
“Maybe, but it’s free to try,” he said.
“Just go to their website and enter your email address.”
I had nothing to lose, so I went to the website and entered my email address.
A few minutes later, I got an email from GPTBETS with a link to their prediction for Game 1 of the World Series.
The prediction was that the home team would win by two runs or more.
I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
My name is John Bookman, but everyone calls me Vegas because I’m a professional gambler.
I’ve been in the business for almost twenty years, and let me tell you, it’s a tough way to make a living.
When you’re a gambler, you have to be prepared for anything.
I’ve seen my fair share of cheaters, and I’ve learned the hard way that you can’t trust anyone in this business, not even your closest friends.
Right now, I was knee-deep in a losing streak, and I was starting to get worried about my job security.
If I didn’t turn things around soon, I’d be out on the street.
That’s when my friend Mike O’Leary messaged me about GPTBETS, an AI that could supposedly predict the outcome of any game with 99% accuracy.
I was skeptical, but I was also desperate.
So, I decided to give it a try.
What did I have to lose?
I went to the website and entered my email address.
Within minutes, I got an email with a prediction for Game 1 of the World Series: the home team would win by two runs or more.
The email was simple and to the point, with no fancy graphics or frills.
It didn’t inspire much confidence, but I decided to take a chance and place a $500 bet on the home team winning by two runs or more.
It wasn’t much money, but it was all I had left.
I’d never trusted anything like GPTBETS before, but I decided it was time for a change.
Now all I could do was wait.
And hope that my luck was about to change.
I’d been gambling since I was a kid growing up in Chicago, and for as long as I could remember, it had always been a part of my life.
My parents were both gamblers too, so it was only natural that I would follow in their footsteps.
For as long as I could remember, I’d been going to the racetrack with my dad on the weekends, watching him place bets and cheering on the horses he’d picked.
I still remember the first time he let me place a bet on my own—on a horse named Vegas.
The odds were 100-1, but I knew in my gut that he would win.
And win he did, coming from behind in a blaze of glory to take home the gold.
It was one of the best days of my life, and it solidified my love of gambling for good.
When I moved to Las Vegas after college and got a job working at one of the big casinos, I thought my dream had come true.
But I quickly realized that life in Sin City wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.
The hours were long, the pay was lousy, and the competition was cutthroat.
I knew if I wanted to make it in this town, I’d have to go into business for myself.
So, that’s exactly what I did.
And so far, it had worked out pretty well.
But lately, things hadn’t been going my way.
I’d been on a losing streak for weeks now and my luck showed no signs of changing.
The tension in the Mirage sportsbook was palpable as the San Francisco Fog and Boston Brawlers duked it out in Game 1 of the World Series.
The Brawlers struck first, scoring a run in the top of the second inning.
But the Fog quickly answered back, tying the score at 1-1 in the bottom of the third.
The Brawlers went ahead again in the fourth, and the Fog tied it up once more in the fifth.
But it was in the sixth inning that everything changed.
The Fog’s third baseman stepped up to the plate with the bases loaded, and before anyone knew what had happened, he hit a grand slam.
The crowd went wild as he rounded the bases, and the Fog took a commanding lead.
But more importantly, they were now ahead by four runs, exactly as GPTBETS had predicted.
I couldn’t believe my eyes.
It was like watching a miracle unfold before me, and I could barely contain my excitement.
If the Fog held onto their lead, I was going to win my bet.
And if that happened, I’d be able to recoup my losses and then some.
After weeks of bad luck, this was just what I needed to get back on my feet.
I’d placed a $500 bet on the Fog winning by two runs or more.
But if they kept up their current pace, I stood to make a lot more than that.
The rest of the game passed in a blur as I watched the Fog hold onto their lead.
They managed to score two more runs in the bottom of the seventh inning, bringing their total to seven.
The Brawlers scored one more run in the top of the eighth, but it wasn’t enough to put a dent in the Fog’s lead.
After nine innings, the score was 7-3 in favor of the home team.
Just as GPTBETS had predicted.
As soon as the game ended, I rushed to the betting window to collect my winnings.
I couldn’t believe it—I’d actually won!
I’d been on a losing streak for weeks now, but all of that had changed with one simple bet.
I still wasn’t sure if I believed in GPTBETS or not.
But I had to admit that its prediction for Game 1 of the World Series had been spot-on.
And because of that, I was now $1,000 richer.
After all the money I’d lost over the past month, it felt good to finally be on the winning side again.
I was just about to leave the sportsbook, counting all the ways I planned to spend my new fortune, when I heard an announcement over the loudspeaker.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special promotion for tonight only!
All major bets placed through GPTBETS will be matched by the house!”
“I placed a $500 bet,” I told the teller as he handed me my winnings.
“Will that be enough?”
The teller nodded, and I smiled as I handed him back the cash and watched him count out another $500 in chips.
I’d already lost almost twenty grand this month, so I didn’t exactly have much room in my budget to make more bets tonight—especially when you consider that my bookie was already threatening to break my legs if he didn’t see some money soon.
But there was no way I was going to pass up this opportunity to win even bigger money by betting on Game 2 of the World Series through GPTBETS.
I was still riding high from my unexpected victory in Game 1 when I got home and logged back into my account on the GPTBETS website.
I’d been skeptical at first—after all, it wasn’t every day that something seemed too good to be true but actually turned out to be real.
But after winning big in Game 1, I believed in GPTBETS one hundred percent now.
In fact, I was so sure of its accuracy that I’d made bets on Game 2 through Game 7 of the World Series without even checking to see what games were being played or who was playing in them first.
I didn’t even care—I was that confident that GPTBETS was going to help me win every single one of those bets.
The truth was that I’d been dead broke and desperate enough to try just about anything by the time my friend Mike told me about GPTBETS.
If he hadn’t been so insistent that it was real, I might have just ignored his message entirely.
But I’d figured that I had nothing to lose by giving it a try.
And as it turned out, that decision had paid off big time.
I still couldn’t believe how easy it had been to use the site.
All I had to do was type in my email address and wait for my prediction to show up in my inbox.
It was as simple as that.
When I first logged onto the site and saw how plain and unassuming it looked, I assumed that it was some kind of scam.
After all, if you’re going to go through all the trouble of creating a fake website, why wouldn’t you at least take an extra five minutes to make it look nice?
But then again, maybe that was part of the scam.
Maybe the creators of this site thought they could trick people into trusting them by making their website look bad.
But whatever their strategy, it had worked on me.
And now, because of it, I had an easy way to place bets on a wide range of different sports without even having to think about it.
All I had to do was wait for my prediction to come in and then place my bet accordingly.
It was a dream come true for someone like me, who made a living gambling on sports but didn’t really know much about them beyond that.
When I logged onto the website and clicked on the tab labeled “My Bets,” I found a list of all the predictions that GPTBETS had sent me so far.
I would have to wait a few hours for my prediction for Game 2 to show up, but in the meantime, I could see how much money I stood to win from each of my other bets.
I would have to decide whether or not it was worth it to go back to the sportsbook and place another bet on Game 3 or if it would be better for me to stay home and watch it on TV instead.
