Elements Casino Mohawk Owner

I've completed all the setups and just need to do the security intel prep, how do I transfer casino ownership to ms Baker and do I need to?

I used to be a State House reporter and there's a good bit of rumors going around that Sen. Beach (R-Alpharetta) and Rep. Ron Stephens (R-Savannah) are getting some traction for the idea of a Constitutional Amendment to expand casino gambling. An unrelated effort for sports book betting is also gaining ground. The state is looking for more revenue and gambling has a lot of lobbying power. From what I'm hearing there will probably be a casino bill that would tie gambling revenue to rural healthcare and the Hope Scholarship.
I'm a fairly avid amateur hold'em player and I'm not pro-casino, but a casino on Hutchinson Island doesn't seem like it would be a good fit. In my experience gamblers, and their revenue, mostly stays with casino ownership. When I go to Harrah's Cherokee I don't leave the casino, I only fill up the gas tank once. I've also been going to Cherokee long enough to say that you don't really see any positive effect of the casino money on the drive in from I-40.
I might be in the minority on this, but I feel like the State needs the tax revenue more than Savannah needs a casino. To me the proposal the Atlanta Motor Speedway makes more sense, because there's nothing around the speedway. Also rural counties without interstate access would be good potentials if they wanted the casino.
Senator Lester Jackson Represents much of Savannah and Hutchinson Island.
http://www.senate.ga.gov/senators/en-US/member.aspx?Member=134&Session=27
Rep. Ron Stephens is pushing a bill in the house and represents a chunk of Savannah and west Chatham Countyhttp://www.house.ga.gov/representatives/en-US/member.aspx?Member=219&Session=27
If you want or hate the idea of a casino on the island please let them know what you think. This is could be a massive development for Savannah, as big as the cruise ship terminal was supposed to be, and the lawmakers need to hear from as many people as possible

So I know multiple people have posted similar, but, allow a man to dream.
 
Whilst we know it's gonna come with another almighty drip feed...cars, perhaps gradually released missions, hell...there's talk of a heist maybe being added...aside from any of this I really want the experience in the casino to be engaging and worthy of GTA.
What I don't want is for them to half ass it, turn it into another boring instalment of the same old overused mechanism: buy property / expensively (and possibly pointlessly) upgrade said property / source & deliver. It wouldn't be so bad if they facilitated a little extra individualism by way of more than 1 interior layout (looking at you nightclubs).
Having said that, how are they actually going to make this dlc? I will say that thinking a little about it, I wouldn't mind and could get excited about the idea of owning a casino and therefore managing another revenue stream. I'm not going to flesh out what I'd like that to include mind you, because, I'd much prefer the casino to simply be an environment for us to visit and spend time in.
Obviously though, where $ are involved R* will be looking for their own 'monei drop plz', being the shark card peddling deviants they are. And so, albeit without choice of location (a la Arena War), selling each of us the casino as a business opportunity makes sense. I very much doubt they will give us a fairly richly designed, engaging environment, just to try and make money from drip feed vehicles.
 
So despite my quite fancying casino ownership, this makes me sad...because what we are missing is places where as a user-base we can come together and be relatively civil and hang out. I'm quite happy for uncivil people to vent sheer anger down their headset as they bet it all on black, only for red to come in. But let's have somewhere to engage with each other or just the environment, in a less confrontational 'destroy everything' manner. The savagery that occurs down at Vanilla Unicorn sometimes...sheds tear.
With this said, what doesn't seem viable though, is for us to walk up to the casino doors to then get 32 options of which one to enter! It seems that to encourage interaction there should be plenty of NPC's and up to 32 players entering the same, the only casino.
So in my ideal world...what I would like from a non purchaseable casino dlc is:
 
 
1 - Poker:
I haven't played RDR, so I don't know how that version plays...but am aware indeed that RDR was probably R*'s testing ground and that what is there...is probably what will get reskinned to GTA.
For years I have pined for a poker minigame, not just an afterthought, but a well created one that immerses its players for as long as they wish. If Zynga can keep people logged into Facebook for full aeons of time, then, as with all good budding business ideas, why can't R* exclaim "why not" or "what if"...and end up with a decently functioning poker game that hooks its own player base?
However, I can see it now: no differing stakes, max buy-in $20,000...just like the Premium Races; or $1000 like the normal betting on races! Ok, $1000 is stupidly low, so surely not.
But they'll definitely want to prevent illegitimately gained money being dumped off to poor friends. They'll want to ensure people can't get wildly rich without having been driven to Sharkcard'ism. Good poker players can forget about making their GTA riches at the cloth.
What would be a great feature, one that would bring new life to past content, would be allowing home games in your apartments. Pop up poker table, invite people over, and play away. Personalised tables, chip sets, a hot hostess bringing your drinks orders to the table. ...Perhaps I'm now taking it too far!
To wrap up, a nice range of options for poker at the casino would be very welcome. I know tournaments are out of the question, even STT's. But a nice cash game poker room, with a choice of stakes, would be wonderful.
 
2 - House games / Slots:
A nice large gaming floor, mezzanine levels, private high roller areas, a mix of the usual games...would all be appreciated. Let's make this building we've all been waiting for -> wishing for -> dreaming of -> given up hope of ... a magnificent building that we want to spend time in and explore.
 
3 - Entertainment:
Remember the Perestroika from GTA 4? It would be great to have a stage with a few acts on, giving us another activity to experience. Now, obviously this is farrrrrr to much to expect...the all round design and labour on this is out of the question. But whilst we're dreaming...
 
4 - Music:
The music in the GTA:San Andreas casinos was fantastic. It really provided a great fun feel when entering. Hopefully the music is similarly good, yet with a bigger playlist.
 
5 - Immersion:
Onto smaller (and some dreamland) features now! I want the casino to be a place of no tryhards, no violence, no weapons. To be like the stripclub is not enough. No killing the doorman then letting guns blaze. No being like GTA:SA where you could survive whilst security and police come to gun you down. It should be like the security functions in the facility, guns disabled.
Dreamland: An on-site restaurant. An apartment for overnight stays / comps. NPC's that get pissed off with our plays at the table that then follow us when we leave to teach us a lesson. Remember the taxi driver options of previous games, well how about a 'Be a dealer' minigame. A valet minigame as well.
 
6 - Dripfeed Content:
Well, those better versed in culture than me could suggest vehicles of a casino related nature. I imagine that some of the cars associated with films that feature casinos should be an option; James Bond movies amongst many others.
Besides the thematically related options I'll certainly look forward to an injection of new vehicles. My garages won't, but I think we're well beyond the days of wishing for increased garage space!! There's plenty of vehicles that different demographics of the user base would like. Personally, give me some more luxury sedans, some more JDM...starting with a Mitsubishi GTO/3000, along with an old style Honda NSX/Acura.
Let's see some more clothing additions and perhaps a few new quick actions as well.
 
 
All in all I'm really looking forward to this DLC. I actually managed to curb my GTA addiction in recent months. Going from hours a day to minutes a month. Done right this DLC could have me chasing the dragon all over again - figuratively speaking, of course.
 
Beyond a Casino DLC....I still crave a pimping empire. Bring back looking after hoes. Let us go cruising for those ladies of the night, 'persuading' them to work for us...choosing their look...and putting them to work. My god, the possibilities.....
Anyway......, I know I've verbal diarrhoea'd this post; but if you want similar stuff, or fancy things I've missed...then share away and let's start a convo, let's build up our anticipation for the release.
 
And if you got this far...then well...quick action double tap: Salute

If it is just a stereotype, where does it come from? If not, how come Native American casino ownership is so common?

Let’s set the record straight now, I’m not a gambler. When I arrived home from work on a dreary October evening the last thing I wanted to do was go out for a night of poor decision making. My idiot older brother, however, that’s a different story. I wasn’t too surprised to find a text message awaiting my attention as I settled into my couch.
“Jimmy! How was work, bro?? They pay up yet?”
I rub my temples at my brother’s choice of phrasing, “Mason just quit last week. I’m next in line. Trying to be patient,” I text back half heartedly.
“Ah, corporate greed. You gotta love it,” he responds. I roll my eyes, not sure what that has to do with anything. I’m just waiting for the--
“So... there’s a new casino that just opened up in Atlantic City! I’m checking it out tonight,”And there it is. I’d seen a few ads about the place and I just knew my brother would be itching to go. Honestly, though, who would actually try to build in that money pit? The investors must be nuts, “I know you aren’t a fan of gambling, but Gary bailed on me and it’s no fun going alone I don’t see how losing a shit ton of cash is any better with friends, but I guess it makes the experience a little less… agonizing?
As if sensing my hesitation, he adds, “Don’t forget, you owe me. You in, buddy?”
Damn. I did owe him a favor. I was really hoping he had forgotten about that. A work trip came out of nowhere last month, and Phil volunteered to stay at my place for a few days to watch my dog. It was a lifesaver; the last thing I wanted to do was put the poor girl into one of those kennel cough infested boarding houses..
To be clear, Phil’s a good guy. He’s kind of a moron, but he’s family, you know? Still, I had no interest in spending my night in a casino. I let out a big, exaggerated sigh and let my head lull back on the top of the couch, contemplating the small crack in the ceiling. Maybe a night out wouldn’t be so bad after the week I’d had, but did I really want to do this? I mustered up the energy to lift my phone over my head and draft a response.
“I don’t know, Phil. I’m really beat. Can we do it another time?”
I didn’t even have time to put my phone down again before he started typing.
“Come on! I’ll buy you a few drinks? Please,” he said. Wow, free drinks from a casino that gives out complimentary ones. Now I’m convinced.
Forget it, this conversation is more stress than it’s worth, “Alright, I’m in.”
“YES! The new casino’s called “Vices.” It’s all the way on the east end of the boardwalk. Meet you at the elevators at 9.”
It was like he knew he’d wear me down. I’m such a pushover. I had no choice but to accept my fate. I pulled myself up off the couch, changed into something a bit more appropriate for what I was getting into and went on my way.
Luckily, it’s not a long journey from my apartment to Atlantic City. It only takes me about 45 minutes if the traffic is kind to me. It wasn’t long before the blinding lights of the city started to assert themselves on the horizon. Vices may have been brand new, but I had no trouble finding it. One would be hard-pressed to miss such a gaudy empire of beaming lights and brilliant colors. Clearly no expense was spared for this one.
I found the entrance for self-parking and my jaw dropped when I saw the price. 30 dollars for parking? Who do these people think they are? I muttered some choice words for my brother, the casino ownership, and the city under my breath and made my way up the ramp. The garage was huge but packed. You know, I don’t frequent casino parking garages but this one is... oddly lit? The whole garage seemed awash in this sickly greenish yellow hue – a little too dim to the point that it was remotely unsettling. Maybe they were some new kind of energy saving lights? Ah, whatever. ?
I went up and up – wondering to myself if I was ever going to find a spot when I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. A quick glance at the clock told me it was likely Phil as I was 20 minutes late. As I accepted the call, I noticed the reverse lights of a beat up white SUV flicker to life and I hit my brakes to claim the spot. I silently thank the parking gods as, Phil’s voice belted out of my car speakers and I could tell he had already taken advantage of the complimentary drinks.
“Yoo little brother! Where you at? I came over to the elevators to wait for you, “ he slurs as I’m already mentally preparing for a long night, “I’m looking at a clock that says 9:20 and you aren’t here. What gives?”
I start to answer but my attention is drawn to the uncomfortable stain on the front bumper of the SUV backing out. At first I thought it was mud, but it looks almost red and is that a---
“Hey? You with me?” my brother barked. The SUV speeds off and I blink myself out of my trance. I let out a quick, irritated sigh as I whipped into the now vacant spot and said, “I’m parking now, chill out. I’ll be down in a minute.” Phil started to whine but I quickly ended the call before I had to listen to any of it. I hurriedly swung my door open, nearly connecting with the car next to me. I cringed as I took in the pungent smell of the garage. You’d think it being brand new it wouldn’t have the smell of despair already infecting the place. I eagerly headed inside, taking a deep breath of sanitized air as I stepped inside the elevator. Typical elevator music droned on as I made my descent towards the casino floor. Accompanying the music was some pre-recorded audio of a woman welcoming guests and wishing them luck.
“Hello and welcome to Vices casino and resort. We’re so glad to have you with us and we encourage you to check out everything we have to offer. Enjoy your stay, and may you be blessed with good fortune!”
“Yeah, whatever you say, lady,” I said with a sigh, shoving my hands into my pockets. After a few moments the doors slid open just as the recording started to repeat. I shuffled out of the door and called over to Phil, who was leaning up against a wall with a goofy smile stretching across his face.
“Hey Phil, sorry I’m late. That parking was a bitch. It took me forever to find a space. By the way, 30 dollars? Are you kidding me?”
Phil continued smiling and rolled his eyes knowingly. It’s no secret that punctuality isn’t an area I excel in. I’m always the one who’s late to the party, late for work, or calling to move a reservation back. He shook his head at me and spoke up.
“It’s fine, Jimmy boy! Let’s hit the Blackjack tables before my buzz wears off!”
“How’s it going?” I asked and he rubbed the back of his neck, still sober enough to notice how far he was in the hole, I see.
“My luck’s about to change. You’ve always been my good luck charm!” he said. I wonder how much overtime he’s going to need to make up for tonight.
What followed was a night predictably devoid of any kind of real enjoyment on my part, and a little too much enjoyment on Phil’s part. Again, I’m not a gambler, but I know enough to not make a fool of myself. We hung around until it was nearly closing time. Before we called it a night, I decided to try my luck on one of the slot machines. I sat there boredly playing for a bit while I nursed my last beer.
Jackpot.
Stunned, I remained seated as lights flashed and music chimed out of the machine. I had just won about 10,000 dollars. I’d gained a bit of an audience now made up of a few of the patrons that remained at this time of the night. Amongst the group was a large, brooding man who was wearing a uniform that gave him away as one of the casino employees. He didn’t look happy, but I certainly was.
Phil wasn’t so lucky. He ended up out $800 by the time I finally convinced him to give it a rest. To make matters worse, his buzz had evolved into full blown drunkenness. Knowing that he was in no shape to drive, I used my winnings to put him up in a room for the night. After I made sure he was settled in I headed back for the elevators. I had consumed a few drinks myself over the course of the evening but dealing with Phil had left me fully sober by the time I was ready to drive home. Once inside the elevator I reached for the controls and realized I was missing some vital information.
I didn’t remember what level I parked on.
I started doing mental gymnastics trying to remember where my car was, but I couldn’t summon the memory. I had been so flustered by Phil’s phone call and my own lateness that I completely forgot to take note of where I landed in the massive garage. There were 12 levels. Anxiously, I settled on level 8 even though I wasn’t sure if that was right. It might have been lower. Or maybe I parked up a little higher? The elevator car ascended up towards its destination as the now familiar audio clip of the woman’s voice played once more and I started to zone out.
“Hello and welcome to Vices casino and resort. We’re so glad to have you with us and we encourage you to check out everything we have to offer. Enjoy your stay, and may you never leave this place again.”
The elevator chimed and the doors opened but I stood there for a moment with my mouth slightly agape. I muttered, “what did she just say?”
The doors started to close again before I had any time to contemplate what I thought I just heard. I jolted out of my stupor and grabbed the door to stop it from closing and stumbled clumsily out into the garage. A large red number 8 greeted me and I started walking up the ramp looking for my car.
“Okay, shake it off. I must have just misheard something.”
Parking garages have always made me feel uneasy. They’re dark and dingy structures built hastily with no intent to comfort or impress. You’re meant to park your car and spend as little time in them as possible. The smell of exhaust wafts through constantly as everyone drives up and down the ramps between levels at a pace that usually falls on the opposite side of caution. This garage, regardless of its newly built status, was no different. Those who had probably taken the time to make a mental note of their vehicle’s whereabouts were flying past me as I walked up and down the paths leading to and from each level.
I made my way up from level 8, scanning through level 9 as well but having no luck finding my car. It should be clear by now that I have an unfavorable opinion of these parking garages, but this was still more of an annoyance than anything. I’m not an idiot. I’d find it soon. From 9, I walked up to 10. Then, I tried level 11. Throughout this ordeal I was repeatedly hitting the lock button on my key fob to excersise the tried and true method of listening for a beep to get a lead on which direction to head in. I wasn’t hearing anything. This either meant that I wasn’t even close, or that my key fob’s signal was comically weak.
I finished combing through 11. Nothing. I knew I didn’t park on the roof, so there was no reason to go all the way up to level 12. Now I was getting frustrated. My pace quickened and my leg muscles started to burn as I made a beeline for the elevator which was thankfully close by. I expected to hear more music along with the benign voice of the woman and her welcome message, but oddly enough there was no audio. I decided I would go all the way down to level 4 this time. There was no way I parked below 4, and I figured it would be a foolproof way of finding my car and getting the hell out of there.
I was wrong. I got all the way back up to level 8 with no trace of my car. I stopped in front of the same red number 8 I had seen when I started. While standing for a minute to catch my breath, I looked around and noticed a detail that had somehow eluded my attention to this point. The walls of the garage were completely closed. Most of these buildings have large openings in the walls which I assume is a design choice meant to keep the air relatively ventilated. Here, there were no openings, only vents lining the sides of the ceilings. That must have been how this particular garage handled exhaust fumes. This realization unnerved me, and I could feel myself begining to panic.
The garage was mostly empty now. The casino had closed over an hour ago. One might think there should still be a decent number of vehicles left that belonged to the resort guests, but resort guests had a separate parking garage located more conveniently toward the heart of the casino. I repeated my previous strategy a couple times while expanding my search to the lower levels of the building. I was still coming up empty.
My legs were on fire, and the beginning stages of panic had elevated to near hysteria. Thinking my car might have been stolen and at a loss for what to do next, I pulled out my phone and dialed 911. Someone answered quickly.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
“Hello? I uh.. I think someone might have stolen my car. I’m in the Vices casino parking garage and I can’t find it,” I said with my voice shaking as I thought about how lame this probably sounded.
“You think your car was stolen. Okay, are you sure you remember where you parked it?”
“No, I don’t remember where I parked it. Sorry, I just can’t find it and I’ve been looking around for over an hour and – …” the operator cut me off.
“Sir, this line is for emergencies only. If you have actual reason to believe your vehicle was stolen, I reccommend calling your local police station and filing a report with them. Please don’t waste our time again unless you are in immediate danger. Thank you.” She hung up before I could get another word in.
Great. Now I felt like an even bigger idiot than I did before. I didn’t have much time to feel sorry for myself, however, as just then a loud bang reverberated down the garage from somewhere several levels above me followed by the sound of a man screaming in pain.
Without giving my worsening situation much thought, I started running up to see if someone needed help. I was mostly out of energy, but my adrenaline was carrying me forward. The sounds of the screaming man had returned until I was sure I had reached the same level he was on. I kept running in the direction of the screams until what I saw stopped me in my tracks. I put both hands on my head and winced hard.
The man had been pinned to the wall by a white SUV – the same beat up old SUV that had given up it’s spot to me earlier in the night. Perhaps he had gone into shock, because he wasn’t screaming anymore. He was only moaning in pain. His eyes darted over to me and we made eye contact.
“For God’s sake, HELP ME!”
That immediately brought me back from my frozen state of disbelief and I quickly made my way over to him.
I stammered out, “holy… who did this to you?!”
“I don’t know,” the man replied in a wet, garbled voice. “The guy came out of nowhere… Don’t move me… just… call 911. Please.” I snatched my phone out of my pocked and dialed 911. The operator wouldn’t be able to scoff and hang up on me now.
Something was wrong. I wasn’t getting a dial tone. My screen showed 911 with the call timer ticking away underneath, but my phone stayed silent.
“I… I don’t know what’s going on. My phone’s not working,” I said in a panic stricken voice.
The man said nothing. He was only able to cough up blood and mutter something unintelligible in response.
“Sir, I’m going to go get help. I’m going to run down to the bottom and get out of this place so I can get you some medical attention.”
There was no saving this man. A cursory glance at his injuries told me that much. His torso had been pancaked into the concrete wall and a pool of blood was rapidly growing underneath him. Despite this, I couldn’t just leave him there without saying anything. With that, I sprinted off back down the ramp. Momentum was carrying me down the levels with surprising speed. I surmised that my car was stolen by the man in the white SUV and nothing mattered more than getting out of that parking garage now.
The large red number 8 went by my peripheral vision in a blur and I almost tripped over my own feet making the turn to head down the next ramp. I reached level 7, then level 6, and finally level 5 before my progress was halted by every single eerily colored light in this God forsaken place shutting off at once. A loud “click” resonated throughout the building and suddenly I was surrounded by complete darkness.
I fumbled around for my phone and activated the flashlight function. It only provided a laughable amout of light but at the very least it let me see a couple feet in front of me. My pace had slowed to a brisk walk due to my sudden lack of vision but I kept making progress until I had reached level 4.
Another faint bang and scream echoed down to me. This time it wasn’t followed by any more shouts of pain. The sound of squealing tires and an engine roaring down the garage came instead. The white SUV had finished the job and now it was after me.
Abandoning any caution I was taking before, I raced through levels 4 and 3 in record time. Then I made it to 2. I could hear the vehicle’s engine firing up every time it cleared a turn. It was getting louder and louder until I finally reached the bottom and dashed out the exit. I flattened myself against the outer wall of the parking garage with my eyes pointed toward the exit. I was expecting the SUV to careen out at full speed, but it never did. The garage fell silent, and I collapsed onto the ground and faded out of consiousness.
If you’re planning on going out for a night of gambling, make an effort to remember where your car is parked. Better yet, just stay away from the Vices parking garage.

As in, is it just the fact that there are different tax laws and other loopholes on Indian reservations that led to people deciding to build casinos on reservations and eventually leading to Native Americans being associated with them / owning them?
Or is there some origin story like early Native American betting games that settlers partook in that led to the emergence of gambling saloons that eventually turned into bigger and bigger casinos?
Asking out of genuine curiosity.

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When you place a trade at Robinhood, they send the information to a market maker, most often Citadel. Citadel quickly purchases the security from a seller and then resells it to you. This is why there is a bid ask spread when trading stocks. Citadel serves as a middleman that pockets a few pennies in every transaction.
The problem is that Citadel is also one of the hedge funds that is shorting GameStop. They stood to lose billions of dollars in a short squeeze tomorrow. When Robinhood blocked the purchase of GME, but not the sale, the stock price tanked. This allowed Citadel to cover their shorts at a tenth of the price they would have had to pay tomorrow. This moved billions of dollars out of the hands of retail speculators into Citadel's accounts (along with a few other hedge funds such as Point72).
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Basically the title. what are some issues where you take the hardcore libertarian stance in? And other issues(if any) where you have a less libertarian stance on?