18+ Only. Play Responsibly.
The wolf had one square.
One.
Five reels.
Fifteen visible positions.
Forty paylines.
An entire kitchen.
But if the wolf wanted to become useful, he had to stand in the middle of reel three.
Row two.
That was his Hot Zone.
I started with €200 and a €1 stake.
Big Bad Wolf: High Steaks opened inside a kitchen so cheerful that the enormous grey wolf in a chef’s hat initially seemed like the second-most concerning thing in it.
The first was the quantity of ketchup.
Bottles of it kept appearing on the reels.
Blue.
Green.
Red.
Gold.
Each one carried money.
The wolf, meanwhile, appeared as the Wild.
He had a chef’s hat, teeth, and exactly one approved place to stand.
Above the reels sat four pig-shaped prize counters.
To the left was a golden cauldron shaped suspiciously like another pig.
The introductory screen had shown the wolf holding sausages on a knife and fork.
The kitchen was not making a serious effort to reassure anybody.
I left the €20 feature purchase alone and pressed spin.
Ketchup.
K.
Wolf symbol elsewhere in the artwork.
No actual Wolf Wild.
Another spin.
A blue Cash Prize bottle appeared.
€0.50.
The blue pig counter above the reels increased slightly.
The bottle vanished without being collected.
The wolf had failed to come to work.
A few spins later, a 1 UP landed.
The little multiplier display moved from 1x to 2x.
That seemed promising.
The kitchen had doubled something.
It had not yet doubled the chef’s attendance.
A green bottle appeared.
Then red.
Then another blue.
Each one nudged its matching pig prize upward.
None produced the main collection because reel three, row two continued receiving everything except the animal responsible for collecting them.
A.
K.
Tomato sauce.
BONUS.
At one point the centre square produced a 10.
The wolf had been replaced at his workstation by a number.
My balance passed €180.
A few ordinary lines kept things moving.
€3.
€5.40.
€2.
Then I got the spin the kitchen had been preparing badly for.
Blue Cash Prize.
Green Cash Prize.
Red Cash Prize.
A gold bottle.
And an X.
The multiplier was still 2x.
The Wolf did not land.
Of course he didn’t.
Four bottles of cash-covered ketchup were spread across his kitchen and the chef was absent from the only square where he could collect any of them.
The reels paused.
Then the middle section moved backwards.
Actually backwards.
The Hot Zone rewound.
Symbols reversed through reel three as though the kitchen itself had reviewed the spin and decided that employee attendance needed correcting.
The Wolf dropped into the middle square.
Chef’s hat.
Teeth.
Immediate usefulness.
The X hit the Cash Prizes with 2x.
The Wolf collected every bottle in view.
€12.50 came out of the spin altogether.
This was the first kitchen I had encountered where missing your shift caused time itself to reverse until you arrived.
I continued.
The multiplier stayed visible at 2x.
Another blue bottle landed later, pushing its pig prize another step.
Then a second 1 UP appeared.
3x.
The little house above the reels now showed three.
The Wolf had not become any more punctual, but the consequences of ketchup were improving.
The base game kept feeding me wolves, letters, bottles and occasional BONUS symbols in combinations that almost mattered.
BONUS landed once.
No Wolf.
The Wolf landed later.
No BONUS.
They were behaving like two people who had agreed never to be in the kitchen together.
The balance reached €150.
Then €145.
A small line gave me €4.
Another stretch took it away.
At €138.80, I pressed again.
€137.80 remained.
BONUS landed on reel two.
The Wolf dropped directly into the Hot Zone.
Same spin.
The kitchen changed immediately.
HIGH STEAKS RESPINS took over.
The Wolf stayed locked in the centre.
Three respins appeared.
Apparently once the chef and the word BONUS had finally managed to share a room, neither was allowed to leave.
The first new Cash Prize was blue.
Its normal value was €0.50.
At 3x, it became €1.50.
Three respins again.
Then red.
€1.50 became €4.50.
Reset.
Green.
€1 became €3.
Reset.
The Wolf remained in the middle, surrounded by ketchup.
This was less a steak dinner than an extremely aggressive condiment tasting.
Two respins passed empty.
One remained.
A 1 UP landed.
The multiplier changed to 4x.
Three respins returned.
The kitchen had discovered that even adding no food whatsoever could extend dinner, provided the little number above the stove became larger.
A gold Cash Prize landed.
€2.50 at 4x.
€10.
Reset.
Blue.
€2.
Reset.
Red.
€6.
The reels were filling.
Every new bottle restarted the count.
The Wolf stayed locked in place with the expression of a chef who had finally realised leaving the centre square had caused most of the earlier problems.
Then another 1 UP appeared.
5x.
Three respins again.
The next gold bottle carried 3x the bet before the multiplier touched it.
5x turned it into €15.
That was the first bottle of ketchup in the session that had begun to justify the size of the chef’s hat.
Green followed.
€5.
Then blue.
€2.50.
The counter kept resetting until it finally stopped receiving ingredients.
Three.
Nothing.
Two.
Nothing.
One.
Nothing.
The HIGH STEAKS Respins ended.
€49.50.
My balance moved to €187.30.
The Wolf had spent the feature standing in one square and collecting sauce.
This had been significantly more productive than everything he had done while allowed to move around.
I expected the kitchen to return to normal.
Instead, the pig-shaped cauldron appeared.
Golden.
Round.
Smiling.
The Golden Cauldron had decided dinner required another stage.
Plates appeared.
I had to uncover them.
First plate.
Green pig.
Second.
Red pig.
Third.
Blue pig.
The kitchen had now moved from wolves collecting ketchup to identifying pigs through crockery.
Fourth plate.
Gold pig.
Fifth.
Blue.
Sixth.
Red.
Seventh.
Blue.
Three blue pigs.
The blue Special Prize above the reels had started at 7.5x and had been creeping upward every time another blue Cash Prize bottle appeared.
It had reached 8.1x.
€8.10 arrived.
The cauldron disappeared.
My balance showed €195.40.
I had started with €200.
An hour of ketchup bottles, a wolf chef, a kitchen capable of reversing time, multiplying condiments, locked respins, a golden pig pot and seven plates had cost me €4.60.
Considering the wolf had spent most of dinner holding cutlery near sausages, I decided that was the tip.
World Eaters spins like it's holding something back.