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Twelve spins into the session, five pots were sitting underneath the reels and none of them had done anything.
This seemed unreasonable.
They had been given the best seats in the entire rainbow.
Every coin knew exactly where they lived.
Two leprechauns had been hired specifically to stand above them and grin.
Yet after twelve €1 spins, the pots had contributed less to proceedings than a mushroom.
Then the little counter above the reels reached the end.
The third pot learned multiplication.
Its marker became 1.5x.
No ceremony. No gold explosion. No tiny Irish trumpet section marching across the screen.
One piece of cookware was simply better at mathematics now.
That was enough to reorganize the entire session.
I had started with €300 and left the stake at €1. The first dozen spins had mostly been mushrooms, horseshoes, letters and brief appearances from symbols that looked as though they had been placed there because rainbows apparently require furniture.
The two Lucky Fellas stood over all of it with the confidence of men who had buried gold in five separate containers and then forgotten which one mattered.
Spin thirteen gave me a small line of mushrooms.
Nothing supernatural.
Another counter began.
I kept going.
A Golden Coin eventually appeared, flew down toward one of the pots and disappeared into it.
The pot did not open.
The leprechauns remained delighted.
This was becoming their preferred form of entertainment: throw money at a cauldron and refuse to explain the outcome.
The next progress cycle finished thirteen spins later.
A second pot became 1.5x.
I now had two improved pots and no feature.
At some point a Clover Wild landed, hurled its clover downward and produced nothing beyond the win it had helped make.
The clover had travelled farther than most of the money.
Then a whole reel turned into beer.
Three positions.
One enormous Beer Wild.
No glass. No barrel. No restraint.
The game had taken an entire vertical section of the reels and declared it alcohol.
That spin paid €4.60.
The beer vanished.
The leprechauns survived.
By the end of the third countdown cycle, another pot had received its +0.5x. Thirty-nine spins had cost €39 and returned €18.80.
Three pots now carried 1.5x.
The rainbow had built a pension plan for cookware and I was the only person required to fund the waiting period.
Then a Clover Wild landed on the next spin.
It completed a small €2.20 win.
The clover flew down.
One of the pots flashed.
The entire scene changed.
Ten Free Spins.
Two pots activated immediately.
The Green Fellas arrived on their reels as full-height Wilds and stayed there.
Apparently the qualification for entering the bonus was not owning the club, carrying a gun or defeating a demon.
It was getting two short men to stand completely still for ten spins.
The first free spin paid €1.80.
The second did nothing.
On the third, another Clover Wild landed.
The clover went into a third pot.
That pot woke up too.
I now had three active pots and three reels with a serious leprechaun problem.
The reels were technically still there.
They were simply being occupied.
The fourth spin brought one of the best arrangements of the feature.
A Beer Wild covered another reel.
Two of the locked Green Fellas became part of the same line.
Their active multipliers joined together.
For one brief moment the slot consisted primarily of beer, leprechauns and arithmetic.
The line came to €6.
There are worse foundations for civilization.
The fifth spin added €2.60.
The sixth gave nothing.
The seventh found another €3.
By the eighth I had stopped watching the normal symbols first. My eyes went straight to the pots.
One flashed.
Another did not.
A clover missed.
A beer reel failed to arrive.
The leprechauns remained in place, smiling with the serene expression of creatures who knew perfectly well that I had started caring about cookware.
The last two spins pushed the feature total to €30.60.
Good.
Then the bonus ended.
And the pots betrayed me.
The Green Fellas disappeared.
The multipliers on the reels they had occupied reset.
Three separate pieces of progress I had spent thirty-nine paid spins watching develop had just been used once and washed away.
That was the moment the pots became personal.
The balance was €311.60, so financially there was no problem.
Spiritually, I had just watched three cauldrons forget everything.
I stayed at €1.
The counter started marching down again.
This time I watched it from twelve with purpose.
One spin landed a Golden Coin on the middle reel.
It flew into the pot.
Nothing.
Another produced a Clover Wild, which threw its clover down with considerable optimism.
Nothing.
Then a spin stopped with no winning line at all.
The pipe appeared.
Not a smoking pipe.
Not decorative plumbing.
A literal intervention pipe.
Symbols shuffled.
Several mushrooms were replaced.
A line formed where no line had existed.
€3.40.
The game had just repaired a failed spin by rerouting the mushrooms.
Nobody acknowledged this.
The two Lucky Fellas continued smiling over their pots as though emergency mushroom plumbing was a perfectly normal part of Irish folklore.
Another countdown finished.
A pot reached 1.5x.
Thirteen spins later, a different one joined it.
I had now rebuilt some of what the Free Spins had eaten.
Twenty-six paid spins after the bonus had cost €26 and returned €11.40.
Then a Golden Coin landed.
It showed a cash value.
It flew downward.
The pot beneath that reel lit up.
This time the leprechauns did not simply admire it.
The reels disappeared.
Hold & Win arrived.
One Collector occupied the reel above the active pot.
Three spins appeared.
The rest of the grid emptied until there were only coins, Collector space and dark gaps.
Five pots remained below.
The first respin dropped a Golden Coin.
Three spins again.
The Collector took it.
Another coin landed on the opposite side and a second pot activated.
A second Collector appeared.
The five pots had spent most of the session pretending they were decorative, and now two of them had employed full-height leprechauns.
The next respin missed completely.
Two left.
Then a Jackpot Coin landed.
It bounced toward a pot and revealed MINI.
10x.
Ten euros disappeared into the feature total.
The counter returned to three.
A Golden Coin followed.
Then another.
One carried 4x.
It landed beneath the Collector whose Pot had been improved to 1.5x.
Four became six.
That was what I had been waiting for through all those countdowns.
The pot had finally remembered multiplication at the exact moment money fell into it.
Another coin activated the third Collector.
Three of the five reels were now guarded by leprechauns.
The feature had stopped resembling a slot and started resembling five chimneys during an extremely organized gold theft.
A dead respin reduced the count.
A coin reset it.
Another coin landed and activated the fourth Pot.
Four Collectors.
One empty Pot.
The Grand sat above the reels at 2500x.
All five Collectors would end the feature immediately with it.
I no longer cared which ordinary cash coin landed.
I wanted the fifth piece of cookware to become occupied.
The next respin gave me two coins.
Neither activated it.
One was worth 2.4x.
The other carried 7x.
Both vanished into the collectors.
The following respin produced a Jackpot Coin.
It opened.
MAJOR.
50x.
The fifth pot remained dark.
The Major had arrived before the missing leprechaun.
That seemed greedy enough to be Irish mythologically acceptable.
Three spins again.
Nothing.
Two.
A Golden Coin.
Reset.
Nothing.
Nothing.
One.
The last respin began.
The empty spaces rolled.
A coin stopped on reel two.
Another on reel five.
For a fraction of a second, the fifth pot flashed beneath the second one.
Then it stopped.
No activation.
Four Collectors remained.
The Grand stayed where it was.
The feature ended at €94.80.
A Mini.
A Major.
A pile of Golden Coins.
No fifth Collector.
No 2500x.
The balance jumped to €390.80.
I had started with €300.
There was absolutely no need to ask five leprechauns for further clarification.
So naturally I gave them eight more spins.
The first four returned almost nothing.
One horseshoe line paid €1.20.
A Beer Wild later filled reel four and helped produce €4.40.
Another small line brought the post-feature return to €7.20 from €8 staked.
The Hold & Win had clearly been the main event.
The pots had gone back to sitting underneath the reels.
The counter had started again.
I was ready to leave it there.
One final €1 spin.
Mushrooms.
Letters.
A horseshoe.
No line.
The screen paused.
The pipe arrived.
It began replacing symbols.
One mushroom disappeared.
Another changed.
Then another.
A row of matching symbols formed across the reels.
€8.
That was the final payment.
Not a jackpot.
Not another Hold & Win.
Not a leprechaun climbing out of a pot carrying the deed to Ireland.
A pipe had inspected a failed collection of mushrooms and corrected it.
The balance stopped at €397.
I left the stake alone.
I left the spin button alone.
The rainbow stayed stretched across the sky.
The two Lucky Fellas were still grinning.
Five pots sat beneath the reels again.
Above them, the little progress display had returned to 12.
After €97 of profit, a Free Spins round, four Collectors, two jackpots, several flying clovers and one emergency mushroom repair, the game had reset its clock and presented the exact same five pots as if they had spent the afternoon doing absolutely nothing.
Gods Gone Wild made me feel mathematically punished.