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Blue fire was wrapped around five reels of fruit that still expected me to respect a lemon.
I started with €128.60.
€0.80 per spin.
The screen had a Grand heart glowing at 5000x, a Major diamond at 1000x, a Minor spade at 100x and a Mini club at 20x.
Underneath all of that:
cherries.
Lemons.
Plums.
A watermelon.
A bell.
A horseshoe.
A fruit machine had been dropped into an electrical storm and nobody had told the produce.
First spin:
nothing.
Second:
nothing.
On the third, cherries managed €1.60.
That was respectable fruit behaviour.
The fourth spin removed another €0.80.
The fifth produced a small Diamond Scatter payment worth €0.80.
Then the Joker arrived.
He landed in the middle of the reels looking considerably less agricultural than everything around him.
Blue energy moved through the symbol.
He expanded.
Top to bottom.
The entire reel became Joker.
A collection of fruit that had been doing almost nothing suddenly found itself standing next to a full vertical wall of supernatural playing-card criminal.
The win counted.
€11.20.
That was better.
The lemons had apparently needed a Joker.
My balance reached €137.40.
Six spins into the session and I had already established the only fruit rule I cared about.
Cherries alone:
fruit.
Lemons alone:
fruit.
Bell beside fruit:
still fruit.
Put a giant Joker through the middle of them and suddenly everybody discovered ambition.
I kept the stake at €0.80.
The next few spins were calmer.
A horseshoe landed.
Nothing.
Plums connected for a small return.
A red seven appeared on the first reel, another on the third and absolutely no useful seven where it mattered.
The four jackpots continued glowing at the side as if 5000x were a normal possibility to advertise beside a lemon.
Another Joker landed.
This one did not give me anything memorable.
That seemed slightly wrong after the first encounter.
I had already started expecting him to arrive, stand up across the reel and make the fruit apologise for wasting my time.
Instead I got €0.
Next spin.
Two bells.
A watermelon.
Cherries.
Nothing.
The Joker had apparently left the fruit unsupervised.
A Star Scatter appeared later and paid without needing the usual line arrangement.
A few euros moved back.
Then several spins removed them again.
The balance settled downward.
€134.20.
Then €132.60.
A lemon line returned €1.60.
I accepted it reluctantly.
The lemons had done that without the Joker.
It felt unauthorized.
Another expanding Wild arrived several spins later.
This time the Joker stretched through a reel containing enough support around him to produce a useful combination.
Not huge.
But enough to prove the first expansion had not been a hallucination caused by blue fire.
The screen flashed.
Fruit paid.
The Joker remained far more visually important than every symbol he had just helped.
I began judging the reels according to Joker proximity.
A red seven two reels away from him:
wasted.
Cherries touching the Wild reel:
promising.
A bell sitting directly beside a full Joker:
now we were discussing something.
This was not how fruit should acquire value.
It was how this fruit had acquired value.
The next stretch became ordinary again.
The slot was high variance, and it had no obligation to keep electrically upgrading my groceries.
Several dead spins arrived.
A Diamond Scatter gave a small interruption.
A couple of low fruit wins slowed the decline.
Then nothing.
After thirty paid spins in total, the session had almost returned to where it started.
The first six had pushed me to €137.40.
The next twenty-four cost €19.20 and returned €7.20.
Balance:
€125.40.
Down €3.20 from the original €128.60.
The Joker had made a dramatic opening statement and then mostly left me with plums.
I pressed again.
€0.80.
The reels stopped.
The ordinary fruit display gave way.
Jackpot Mini-Game.
That changed the temperature immediately.
The four suits had been sitting beside the reels the entire session.
Club Mini.
Spade Minor.
Diamond Major.
Heart Grand.
The Mini was 20x.
Minor 100x.
Major 1000x.
Grand 5000x.
I had spent thirty spins watching them glow beside lemons as though the two belonged in the same financial universe.
Now one of them was actually being awarded.
MINOR.
100x.
At €0.80:
€80.
No slow philosophical adjustment was required.
The balance jumped from €124.60 after the triggering stake to €204.60.
The spade had just paid eighty euros.
The lemons had been working in denominations like €1.60.
That was a difficult comparison for them.
The reels returned.
Same cherries.
Same bells.
Same horseshoes.
Same red sevens.
The Joker was still available to expand.
Nothing about the fruit had changed except that I had now seen a single black spade produce more than the entire agricultural section had managed in half the session.
I stayed at €0.80.
There was no reason to increase it.
I was €76 above the point immediately before the jackpot spin and €76 ahead of the original balance after accounting for that stake.
The slot had done something excellent.
My role now was mostly to avoid becoming stupid enough to demand an encore.
I managed that for several spins.
Nothing.
€0.80.
A cherry hit.
Then another blank.
One Star Scatter paid a small amount.
Nine spins cost €7.20 and returned €4.
Balance:
€201.40.
Still excellent.
Then another useful base-game hit arrived.
The Joker expanded again.
This time the surrounding symbols cooperated.
€6.40.
A normal person could have taken the €6.40.
I had just received an €80 Minor from a game with a Double Up feature.
The playing-card part of 10 Power Joker had been relatively well behaved so far.
I allowed it one bad idea.
Double Up.
The €6.40 became €12.80.
Success.
That was enough.
There was another opportunity to continue.
No.
The Joker had already expanded across reels for me.
A spade had thrown €80 into the balance.
The gamble had doubled €6.40 cleanly.
There was no need to find out how many consecutive miracles a fruit machine surrounded by blue flames believed I deserved.
€213.40.
I returned to the reels.
The next spin delivered a lemon.
It paid nothing.
Excellent.
Normality.
Another spin gave two cherries and a bell.
Nothing.
The Joker appeared but did not create a useful win.
I was perfectly happy to let him have an uneventful appearance.
He had done enough.
A few spins later, a small fruit line returned €1.60.
Then another gave €0.80.
The Grand heart still glowed at 5000x.
I ignored it.
The Major diamond at 1000x could remain wherever it was.
I had met the Minor.
We had a good relationship.
There was no reason to start chasing its richer relatives.
That did not stop the slot from trying to make the relatives look attractive.
A Diamond Scatter landed.
The blue gem flashed beneath the jackpot display.
For half a second, the entire screen looked as though diamonds had finally decided to take over from fruit.
The payment was small.
Fine.
I had already received my expensive spade.
The final fifteen spins became a victory lap conducted by symbols that did not know they were on one.
€12 went through the button.
€4.80 came back.
The rest drifted away in cherries, plums, lemons and bells that could no longer reasonably compete with what had already happened.
Balance:
€206.20.
I started at €128.60.
Finished at €206.20.
€77.60 ahead.
No Bonus Buy.
No attempt to push the stake.
One jackpot.
One successful Double Up.
Several expanding Jokers.
That was enough.
The final reel state contained a lemon, a bell, cherries and one red seven.
No Joker.
The fruit looked ordinary again.
That was probably for the best.
I had spent the session learning that a lemon could become interesting if a blue-flamed Joker stood next to it, and that a black spade could suddenly be worth €80.
10 Power Joker had not modernised the fruit machine.
It had simply electrocuted it until the fruit started behaving.
3 Blazing Volcanoes spins like a 5-reel confession booth with autoplay enabled.