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The pigs removed every heart from the house and looked through the screen as though I was taking it personally.
Three brothers posed near the tunnel with their teeth out.
Mohawk Pig held one brick and looked ready to fight architecture.
Bandana Pig carried timber across one shoulder with the grin of somebody who had never measured timber.
Sunglasses Pig stood in the middle wearing a black jacket and gold chain, holding nothing heavier than ownership.
Beside them sat a mortar bucket and one abandoned trowel.
The fourth job had arrived.
The fourth pig had not.
The title stopped at Three Crazy Piggies because Sunglasses Pig had apparently decided another face would make the sign look crowded.
The building followed the same policy.
Reels one, two, four and five stood four storeys high.
The centre reel had only three.
Someone had removed an entire floor from the middle of the house and decided the missing space would be less noticeable if the logo remained large.
Around the pigs sat the remains of three construction philosophies.
Bundles of straw.
Cut timber.
Stacks of orange bricks.
Trowels.
A wolf with a long grey snout and the exhausted expression of a predator who had arrived expecting lunch and discovered a renovation.
Four card suits were also scattered through the rooms.
Hearts.
Diamonds.
Clubs.
Spades.
No cards.
Only the suits, living independently inside the walls as though a poker table had exploded nearby and the building crew had used the debris as insulation.
I played at €1.00.
The house began collapsing before anybody had finished building it.
Bricks gathered from the left and disappeared.
Timber dropped into the openings.
A row of straw cleared underneath and lowered Bandana Pig through the ceiling.
Trowels arrived blade-first.
The pigs fell through floors, landed beside building supplies and immediately resumed posing.
There were 768 ways through the structure.
Most led toward somebody standing on the mortar bucket.
The wolf travelled among them as an ordinary symbol.
He appeared behind timber.
Between bricks.
Under straw.
Whenever enough copies gathered across the reels, the house paid and removed several wolves.
Fresh wolves then dropped from above.
The fairy tale had spent centuries insisting there was one wolf.
This construction site maintained warehouse quantities.
The Golden Pig Wild appeared only in the short centre reel.
A polished piggy bank.
Round body.
Small ears.
A coin slot cut into its back.
It was the only pig on the site with a clear financial function.
When it joined a win, one of the three little houses above the reels woke.
The first useful bank landed among timber.
Logs connected from the left.
The golden pig substituted in the middle.
The win flashed.
The bank lifted out of the reel and flew into the first house.
Its chimney burst with orange light.
Every wolf inside the collapsing rooms changed.
Grey fur remained.
Teeth remained.
The eyes became brighter.
Wild Wolf.
The creature that had arrived to destroy the property had been hired as universal construction material.
Another collapse followed.
Bricks reached a Wild Wolf and continued through him.
Timber used a second wolf farther across.
One became brick.
Another became wood.
Neither had signed anything.
The pigs cheered.
Mohawk Pig stood beside one actual brick and accepted applause while the enemy held together two parts of the house.
Fresh symbols dropped.
A second Golden Pig arrived on reel three.
It landed inside a procession of Bandana Pigs and Wild Wolves.
The win collected it.
The bank flew into the second house.
A new chimney opened.
The four card suits began glowing.
Then the building expelled them.
Hearts shot through the roof.
Diamonds flew out of the windows.
Clubs were dragged beneath the floor.
The spades attempted to dig their own exit and were removed for initiative.
Every suit vanished from the reels.
The house became cleaner.
Also more emotionally unavailable.
No hearts.
No diamonds.
No clubs.
No spades.
Only pigs, wolves and construction debris.
Sunglasses Pig looked around the empty rooms and called it progress.
The collapse continued without the card symbols blocking space.
Bricks gathered.
Straw fell.
Wild Wolves stood wherever something useful needed another body.
The third Golden Pig would have lit the brick house marked x10.
It did not come.
One trowel landed in the centre.
Then Mohawk Pig.
Then timber.
The remaining symbols failed to connect.
The chain ended.
All three houses went dark.
The wolves returned to ordinary wolves.
The card suits climbed back through the floor as though the eviction had applied only during the argument.
A heart landed inside the mortar bucket.
Nobody removed it.
The next base round began with the house pretending none of that had happened.
That became the pattern.
A Golden Pig entered a winning collapse and turned the wolves Wild.
Sometimes the transformed wolves helped another construction line.
Sometimes they stood in useful positions surrounded by one brick, one pig, three suits and no shared building plan.
One chain reached the second house again and removed the suits.
The rooms immediately filled with better symbols that still declined to cooperate.
The third bank remained absent.
Sunglasses Pig kept pointing at the x10 house with the confidence of somebody who had delegated its existence.
The balance drifted behind.
Not through one enormous collapse.
Through building costs.
A few euros disappeared beneath straw.
Some returned through bricks.
Timber paid once, then spent several rounds arriving in pieces.
The pigs produced short wins and long poses.
The wolf repeatedly entered through the front wall, became Wild for part of a chain and returned to enemy status as soon as the next round began.
Even he seemed confused by the employment terms.
Then four Scatter houses landed.
Small dark buildings with purple roofs and red windows.
One appeared on the first reel.
Another occupied the centre.
A third reached the right.
Those three opened ten Free Spins.
The fourth dropped into the upper section of the last reel and added two more.
Twelve Free Spins.
All three pigs abandoned the construction site and ran toward the tunnel.
Money blew through the opening.
The wolf chased them.
The mortar bucket remained beside the unfinished wall with the heart still inside.
The Free Spins opened with all three houses above the reels already burning.
The first glowed with the transformed wolf.
The second shone where the card suits had been removed.
The brick house carried x10.
Every revenge device was active before the first movement.
The pigs had spent the base game trying to collect three Golden Banks.
The Free Spins arrived with every chimney lit, as though somebody had finally found the spare keys.
The wolves entered Wild from the first collapse.
Every grey face came framed in orange, jaws open, ready to become whatever the pigs required.
Brick.
Timber.
Straw.
Trowel.
Pig.
The enemy had become so cooperative that the houses depended on him.
The four suits were gone.
No hearts softening the rooms.
No diamonds pretending the building had value.
No clubs.
No spades.
The feature had removed every object capable of starting a card game and left the pigs alone with their materials, their wolf and the consequences.
Every win carried x10.
The house changed immediately.
Small construction lines no longer felt small.
Bricks crossed through a Wild Wolf and the multiplier struck them.
Timber gathered on several reels, used another wolf as the missing section and returned ten times its ordinary value.
Straw found enough relatives to matter.
The x10 landed over it with the authority of a brick mansion and paid for material that could still be defeated by breathing.
The Free Spins moved in broad demolition waves.
Winning materials vanished.
New supplies fell.
Wild Wolves occupied gaps and changed identity according to whichever pig had shouted last.
Mohawk Pig used one as brick.
Bandana Pig used another as a support beam.
Sunglasses Pig stood beside a Wild Wolf, became part of a winning way and appeared ready to describe the animal as temporary staff.
The wolf performed every job except wolf.
At one point, three versions stood across the structure.
One substituted for bricks.
Another completed timber.
The third joined the pigs.
For a single collapse, their enemy was the wall, the roof and a member of the family.
The fourth job remained beside the mortar bucket.
Still vacant.
The strongest movement came when bricks filled the outer reels and two Wild Wolves occupied the middle.
The first win removed a wide section of the house.
Fresh timber dropped through.
That connected immediately through another wolf.
Straw followed into the lower rooms and found enough Wild help to clear again.
Each payment received x10.
Gold crossed the tunnel.
The pigs grabbed notes as they fell.
Sunglasses Pig tucked them into his jacket.
Mohawk Pig tried to bite one.
Bandana Pig tied a bundle of cash around the timber and called it reinforced.
The total climbed through connected repairs and collapses without becoming the enormous revenge the pigs believed they were performing.
The x10 was loud.
The wolves were everywhere.
The rooms were cleaner without the suits.
The payments remained useful rather than legendary.
Two Scatter houses arrived during the middle stretch.
One opened near the left.
Another landed on the final reel.
The pigs stopped and stared at the empty spaces between them.
A third Scatter would have retriggered the Free Spins.
It passed above the centre reel, showed part of its purple roof and disappeared.
Sunglasses Pig removed his glasses to watch it leave.
His eyes were smaller than expected.
No extra spins came.
He replaced the glasses before anybody could document the event.
The remaining rounds kept the same revenge machinery active.
Wild Wolves carried bricks.
They carried timber.
They carried pigs.
A trowel procession crossed through one and became worth ten times more than any hand tool should earn for falling through a damaged house.
The total reached €74.00.
At €1.00 per round, the session moved slightly ahead.
The pigs reacted as though the wolf had surrendered the deed to the forest.
Mohawk Pig climbed onto a pile of bricks.
Bandana Pig waved a plank above his head.
Sunglasses Pig opened the Golden Bank and checked the money before the game had finished counting it.
One Free Spin remained.
A Wild Wolf occupied the centre.
Bricks stood on the left.
Timber waited on the right.
The wolf could become either.
The surrounding reels refused to provide enough of one material to connect the structure.
One pig appeared above.
Straw landed below.
A trowel leaned against the final reel.
No winning way formed.
The x10 remained lit above a house containing one universal wolf and no agreement about what to build.
The last Free Spin ended.
The three feature houses went dark.
The card suits returned first.
A heart fell into the room.
Then a diamond.
The club landed beside the wolf.
The spade dropped into the mortar bucket and split the handle.
The pigs collected the winnings.
Mohawk Pig took the bricks.
Bandana Pig gathered the timber.
Sunglasses Pig carried the Golden Bank beneath one arm and headed toward the tunnel without looking back.
The wolf remained in the centre of the unfinished building.
No longer Wild.
No longer a beam.
No longer family.
He looked at the missing roof, the broken floor and the four-storey outer walls surrounding a centre that remained one level short.
The abandoned trowel slid down the rubble and stopped beside his paw.
The wolf picked it up between two claws.
For the first time all afternoon, somebody on the site looked prepared to help.
The three named pigs disappeared through the tunnel with the revenge, the money and every material that was still usable.
I stopped slightly ahead and closed the game.
The wolf remained with one broken bucket, one trowel and the wall the pigs had forgotten to finish.
Three pigs got the story.
The wolf got the fourth wall.
Inside Touchdown Wins I found a locked safe labeled "Hope".