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All three Lunar Rings landed.
The werewolf did not howl.
Blue.
Red.
Purple.
The full supernatural traffic light was glowing across the reels beneath a moon large enough to affect coastal towns, and 3 Howls of Madness Power Collect responded with one tiny ordinary line.
No Free Spins.
No frost.
No walking Collector.
No guaranteed Wilds.
Three different pieces of lunar witchcraft had assembled under an actual full moon and apparently failed to meet the minimum requirement for madness.
I had been building a theory.
The theory died immediately.
One ring had appeared earlier.
Nothing.
Two colours had never quite met.
So three together had seemed obvious.
More moon jewellery should produce more werewolf.
Instead, the reels cleared and a gothic J returned as though the moon had not just laid out its entire jewellery box.
My balance was €84.80.
I stayed at €0.80 because I now needed to know how many moons were actually required to operate one werewolf.
The session had started at €100.00 in a crooked little gothic town under purple clouds and an enormous pale moon.
Five reels sat between pointed rooftops.
Twenty paylines crossed symbols that looked as though they had been torn out of a neon horror comic.
A snarling werewolf.
A dark occult book.
Claw-like objects.
Wilds.
Letters painted in enough acid colour to make Q look dangerous after midnight.
And Coins.
The Coins were where the first problem began.
A x5 Coin landed early.
Five times the bet.
€4.00 sitting on the reels.
No Collector.
The Coin disappeared.
A few spins later, another Coin arrived at x4.
No Collector.
Gone.
The village was apparently full of treasure that only existed when one very specific symbol happened to witness it.
Then two smaller Coins landed together.
x1.
x2.
Collector.
Finally.
€2.40 came through.
The Collector gathered both and disappeared with the result.
That established another rule of the night.
A Coin could be worth something.
A Collector could arrive.
But the two had to encounter each other during the exact same spin.
There was no carrying treasure home.
No leaving a Coin under the full moon for later.
No wolf burying it behind a church.
If the Collector missed the spin, the money ceased to exist.
A MINI appeared not long after.
10x.
At €0.80, that was €8.00.
No Collector.
The MINI sat there for the length of the result with all the confidence of an object called MINI that was already worth more than most of the ordinary line wins I had seen.
Then it vanished unpaid.
The werewolf symbol landed on another reel during the same spin.
He was no help.
Apparently the giant supernatural wolf could smell fear, moonlight and possibly blood.
Not Coins.
The balance moved through €95.
Then €91.
A couple of Wild-assisted lines slowed the descent.
One spin put a Wild between matching high symbols and paid €4.00.
Another produced two paylines and returned €3.20.
Then the rings began.
Purple first.
A glowing Purple Lunar Ring landed near the middle.
I waited.
Nothing opened.
The ring disappeared.
Fine.
Maybe one ring was just jewellery.
A Red Lunar Ring arrived several spins later.
Same result.
No feature.
The town remained a town.
The werewolf remained a werewolf.
Nobody began walking along the rightmost reel collecting Coins.
The balance reached €88.80.
At that point I had a simple moon theory.
One ring: not enough.
Two different rings together would probably be better.
Three would surely be ridiculous.
Then all three arrived.
Blue.
Red.
Purple.
And did absolutely nothing.
That was the opening.
The complete theory lasted perhaps half a second after the reels stopped.
The full moon above the village could not have been more visible if somebody had lowered it into the first reel.
All three coloured Rings sat underneath it.
No howl.
The game did not even have the courtesy to pretend something had nearly happened.
They vanished.
I continued.
The theory was dead, but its body remained interesting.
Now every single Lunar Ring had become suspicious.
A Blue one appeared on its own around €79.
Nothing.
A Purple one later.
Nothing.
Coins came and went.
One x3 landed with no Collector.
Then a Collector arrived on a spin containing no Coins whatsoever.
There he was.
Finally attending.
Nothing to collect.
The symbol disappeared.
The timing had become supernatural slapstick.
The moon could produce rings without madness.
The reels could produce money without anyone to take it.
Then the Collector could arrive after the money had already left.
The entire village seemed haunted primarily by poor coordination.
At €71.20, a Blue Lunar Ring landed.
One.
Just blue.
No Red.
No Purple.
One lonely circle of frost-coloured moonlight.
Free Spins triggered.
I looked back mentally at the three Rings that had appeared together and achieved nothing.
Apparently three moons had been too many.
One blue moon was exactly enough.
3 Howls of Madness Power Collect had not disproved my theory.
It had bitten it.
The feature opened under colder light.
The Frost Multiplier started at x1.
No walking Collector.
No permanent parade of Wilds.
Just the blue power.
That was fine.
I had spent most of the session learning that asking the moon for several things at once was unreliable.
The first useful payline landed quickly.
The Frost Multiplier climbed.
x2.
Another win arrived later.
Then another line formed through a Wild.
The number increased again.
Every successful route across the reels was making the entire feature colder and more expensive.
The town had begun accumulating frost through competence.
That was a new one.
A gothic letter line paid.
Multiplier higher.
A werewolf combination connected.
Higher again.
The pale blue number kept growing while I waited for the Coins to notice.
For once, the valuable thing was not disappearing immediately.
The multiplier remained.
A x2 Coin landed.
No Collector.
Nothing.
It sat under the improved Frost Multiplier and still paid zero.
So frost could multiply a Coin.
Moonlight could empower it.
The Coin could glow in the middle of a werewolf feature beneath a frozen full moon.
And none of that mattered if the Collector had gone for a walk somewhere outside the reels.
The feature continued.
Another payline formed.
The Frost Multiplier climbed again.
Then a x4 Coin landed.
Collector.
There.
Four times the bet was €3.20.
The Frost Multiplier was already x4.
The frozen collection became €12.80.
That was easily the cleanest moment of the feature.
One Coin.
One Collector.
One moon power actually present.
Everybody had finally arrived at the same supernatural appointment.
The Collector took the Coin.
The payout landed.
The multiplier remained.
Now I wanted another Coin immediately.
The reels offered letters.
A Wild helped one.
Another line pushed the Frost Multiplier further.
x5.
Good.
Now even a small Coin with the Collector would matter.
The next Coin was x2.
No Collector.
Gone.
Then x1.
No Collector.
Gone.
The Frost Multiplier had become stronger at exactly the point where the person responsible for collecting money had ceased attending.
The feature had developed an increasingly powerful moon and an increasingly empty wallet.
Late in the Free Spins, a normal payline crossed several reels.
The Frost number climbed again.
x6.
The town was now properly frozen.
The werewolf remained angry.
The moon remained enormous.
The Coin symbols apparently remained elsewhere.
The feature finished at €18.40.
Not disastrous.
Not rescue money either.
My balance returned at €89.60.
I had fallen to €71.20, summoned Free Spins with one Blue Ring after failing with all three colours together, grown the Frost Multiplier through several stages and collected exactly one Coin at the moment when the moon had enough ice on it to matter.
That was worth €18.40.
The village looked exactly as haunted as before.
I stayed at €0.80 for a few more spins.
No ring.
A small Wild line.
Then nothing.
A x5 Coin appeared without Collector.
Gone.
Another spin brought the Collector and no Coin.
Of course.
The two symbols had settled into a relationship conducted entirely through missed connections.
Balance €87.20.
I gave the moon two more chances.
First spin.
A werewolf symbol.
Occult book.
Letters.
No win.
Second spin.
GRAND.
The Coin landed on reel three.
GRAND.
x2000.
At €0.80, that was €1,600 attached to one supernatural Coin.
I looked for the Collector.
Reel one: no.
Reel two: no.
Reel four: no.
Reel five: no.
There was no Collector.
The GRAND sat beneath the full moon.
€1,600 in potential value.
A giant werewolf snarling from another position.
Purple clouds behind the rooftops.
The whole village apparently awake.
Nobody picked up the Coin.
The spin paid nothing from it.
I stopped at €85.60.
All three Lunar Rings had landed together and failed to open the feature.
One Blue Ring had later arrived alone and succeeded.
The Frost Multiplier had climbed to x6.
The Collector had managed to find one useful Coin during the entire frozen episode.
Then the GRAND x2000 appeared after everything was over and received less attention than a J.
The final screen held it for a moment.
GRAND.
Full moon overhead.
No Collector.
Three Howls of Madness had ended with the most valuable object in the village sitting completely unattended.
The werewolf could howl if he wanted.
I was not spinning again.
Every autoplay session in Street Ninja feels like a breakup in progress.