I Was Afraid to Fly: How I Turned My Gaming Anxiety Into a 97% RTP Victory

I still remember my first time clicking ‘Start Flight’—hands sweating, eyes locked on the multiplier as the plane climbed. I thought it was luck. Then I realized: it was chaos dressed as chance.

I grew up in South Chicago, where the sky wasn’t a limit—it was a canvas. My father never flew. But I did. At 22, I coded Aviator like poetry: every spin a stanza, every crash a comma. The RTP wasn’t a number—it was an echo of control.

I stopped chasing wins. Started mapping trajectories instead.

In the low-volatility mode, I flew steady—like jazz in midnight clubs where no one rushed. In high-volatility? That’s where the storm sang back at me—not as threat, but as rhythm.

I tracked every withdrawal like a pilot logs fuel: not for profit—but for presence.

The RNG didn’t lie to me; it taught me to listen.

You don’t need hacks or predictors—you need patience and poetry.

Last week, I hit ‘Starburst Surge.’ Thirty-seven tries. No tricks—just timing.

This isn’t gaming. It’s flight therapy.