I feel like this is the anthropomorphic soul of a a Slot-Machine's brain as it experiences seedy human gamblers.
On that basis it's like the fact that a bit back I made Playtalons the Uncommon Lover to be the mind of Dwarf Fortress's labor scheduler listening to every Dwarf die a horrible death / all fortress activities while Tarn Adams was playing guitar somewhere vaguely in the sky.
It's beautiful chiptune goodness and I'm defintely here for it.
Huzzah