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Christmas had frozen the volcano, so the volcano started firing at the reels.
The lights around it stayed on.
That was the arrangement.
Snow had settled over a tropical mountain, the crater was still visibly capable of violence, and I had €275 to investigate whether any of this geological confusion was going to pay.
I started at €1.50.
The first spin produced nothing.
The second gave me a small line.
A few tropical symbols crossed the reels, a mask appeared, and the mountain remained covered in enough festive lighting to suggest somebody had decided lava needed decorating.
The early wins were tiny.
€1.50 came back.
Later, another €3.
Then several empty spins removed more than that.
I was not in a hurry.
There were six reels, three rows and a great frozen volcano sitting behind them with the visual energy of something that had been asked to participate in Christmas against its will.
Then the first Iceball landed.
Blue.
Cold.
Money inside it.
One prize sitting on the reels while the volcano loomed overhead.
It did not trigger anything.
The next spin removed it.
A few spins later, two arrived together.
Still nowhere near enough.
They disappeared too.
I started giving the Iceballs more attention than the normal symbols.
The masks could match.
The letters could pay.
The tropical fruit could continue doing whatever tropical fruit does while trapped beneath snow.
I wanted the mountain ammunition.
After twelve ordinary spins, €18 had gone out and €6 had come back.
Balance:
€263.
That was when I switched on Golden Bet.
The price went from €1.50 to €2.25.
The prizes still belonged to the €1.50 base stake.
I was now paying an extra seventy-five cents for the volcano to become more interested in throwing frozen money.
That felt exactly stupid enough for the setting.
The first Golden spin produced one Iceball.
The next produced none.
Then three.
Nothing developed.
A Wild appeared later and helped return €3.
Another spin brought several Iceballs across the first five reels.
I counted them.
Seven.
Reel six stayed empty.
The mountain noticed.
The stored Blazing Multiplier moved from x1 to x1.5.
Excellent.
Seven frozen balls had failed to start the feature but had successfully made the future fire hotter.
8 Balls of Fire: Xmas Bounty had now introduced its central weather system.
Ice first.
Fire later.
Christmas somewhere in between.
I continued at €2.25.
The next Iceball arrangement was much worse.
Two.
Then none.
Then four.
A random blast from the volcano turned part of the reels Wild and produced a small win.
The mountain had briefly abandoned the ice problem and simply fired at the symbols.
That was worth €4.50.
I accepted it.
The frozen crater had contributed more than the palm decorations.
Another run of Golden spins followed.
A few little line wins kept the balance from collapsing, but €2.25 disappeared quickly whenever the mountain went quiet.
The Iceballs developed a particular talent for landing in quantities that looked important from a distance.
Five.
Gone.
Six.
Gone.
Another seven.
This time nothing improved.
The multiplier remained x1.5.
Apparently the first near-disaster had already been educational.
What I wanted now was eight.
Not a jackpot.
Not six entire reels filled.
Eight blue balls.
The Christmas volcano had reduced my ambitions to a number I could count without moving my lips.
The balance reached €230.
A small mask line returned €3.
Then €225.50.
An Iceball worth more than the others appeared and vanished with the rest when the spin ended.
I began resenting any valuable Iceball that arrived without enough relatives.
It was a Christmas present placed directly on the reels with a note saying nobody was allowed to open it.
Several more Golden spins took me to €212.
Twenty-eight boosted rounds had cost €63.
Their ordinary wins had returned €12.
The x1.5 multiplier was still waiting.
The volcano still had snow on it.
I pressed again.
€2.25 left.
The reels stopped.
Iceball.
Another.
Two more.
The blue prizes kept arriving.
By the time the sixth reel settled, there were eight.
Finally.
One reel already contained three of them.
Top.
Middle.
Bottom.
The entire vertical strip filled with frozen prizes.
Fireball Link opened with €209.75 behind it.
The triggering Iceballs locked.
The full reel changed.
The three blue prizes became Fireballs.
Blazing Zone.
There it was.
One reel had been completely decorated according to volcano law.
Every other reel still looked unfinished.
I immediately wanted another.
This was unreasonable.
A few seconds earlier, eight Iceballs had been enough.
Now one fully occupied reel had established a standard.
There were six reels.
I had seen one behave properly.
The other five had been informed.
The Respins began.
Nothing useful landed.
The locked prizes stayed where they were.
My one Blazing Zone glowed among the ice.
Next attempt.
Extra Hot.
The Blazing Multiplier stepped up from x1.5 to x2.
The Respins refreshed.
Good.
The feature had become hotter.
No new cash prize had joined it.
I now possessed exactly the same frozen money, but with improved future temperature.
Another respin.
Nothing.
The gaps remained gaps.
The full reel continued burning.
The volcano had achieved one vertical strip of competence and was apparently considering that sufficient Christmas work.
I wanted another Iceball on a reel that already had two.
Several places could have helped.
The game offered none of them.
Another attempt went by.
Then Extra Hot landed again.
The multiplier became x2.5.
Respins returned.
Still no new cash ball.
This was magnificent.
The feature had now interrupted its failure twice to make the existing success more expensive.
The one Blazing Zone was getting increasingly important while every empty position around it watched.
A tropical volcano frozen for Christmas had invented central heating for a single reel.
The next respin produced nothing.
I looked at the incomplete reels.
One had two locked Iceballs.
Another had one.
A third had enough empty space to host an entire family.
I needed one prize in the correct position to create a second Blazing Zone.
The volcano had other priorities.
Blank.
Reset nothing.
Again.
Nothing.
The multiplier remained x2.5.
The full reel kept glowing.
At this point the feature had stopped feeling like a hunt for prizes and started feeling like a ceremony honouring three Iceballs for having stood vertically.
They had done excellent work.
Top Iceball.
Middle Iceball.
Bottom Iceball.
Fire.
Everybody else could apparently go home.
The respins finally ran out.
No second Blazing Zone.
No Blazing Bounty collecting anything.
No six-reel Mega miracle.
Just eight triggering prizes, one complete reel and a multiplier that had been heated from x1.5 to x2.5 while the actual population of cash symbols refused to increase.
The raw prizes in that Blazing Zone were worth 6x the base bet.
At x2.5, that section became 15x.
The other locked prizes paid normally.
The whole Fireball Link finished at €42.
My balance went to €251.75.
The volcano celebrated.
Fire.
Ice.
Lights.
Christmas.
€42.
I had spent €65.25 on the Golden Bet stretch including the triggering spin to reach a feature where the main achievement was convincing one vertical row of snowballs to become significantly warmer.
I turned Golden Bet off.
Back to €1.50.
The first standard spin produced nothing.
That seemed appropriate.
The mountain had just spent an entire feature teaching me that heat could increase without money increasing.
Now it had returned to ordinary winter operations.
A Wild helped the next few spins produce €1.50.
Later another small line returned €3.
The balance moved down again.
€248.75.
Then €247.25.
An Iceball landed by itself.
I had absolutely no interest in starting a new relationship with it.
It disappeared.
Another spin brought two.
Still no.
The problem with seeing one reel become a Blazing Zone was that individual Iceballs had lost their charm.
Before the feature, one blue prize had looked promising.
After the feature, one looked unemployed.
I wanted three in a column.
I wanted fire.
I wanted the multiplier machinery to have an actual reason to keep warming itself.
The slot offered a Q.
A mask.
Several low symbols.
No such event.
I gave it ten standard spins after the bonus.
€15 went out.
€4.50 came back.
Balance:
€241.25.
Down €33.75 for the session.
That was enough.
I stopped with the volcano still frozen behind the reels.
Christmas lights remained wrapped around the tropical scenery.
Snow still covered a mountain that had spent the session launching Iceballs, firing at symbols and turning one complete reel into a strip of Fireballs.
The final spin left a single Iceball in view.
One.
Cold.
Perfectly useless on its own.
The volcano had apparently put the last Christmas present back.
My last respin in Pirate Pledge Frozen Seas took five years off my life.