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Bigfoot had merchandise.
That was my first problem.
An “I ♥ YETI” mug landed on reel one.
Another appeared farther across.
Beside the reels stood Bigfoot.
Blue fur.
White beard.
Backpack.
Tools.
Mining belt.
Helmet.
A small flame apparently mounted to the front of his head.
The creature humanity had spent decades failing to document was standing approximately twelve centimetres from his own branded crockery.
I started at €1.00.
The reels filled with winter boots, backpacks, mugs, gloves, coloured crystals and other items that suggested Bigfoot had not merely been found.
He had packed.
There was no distant silhouette between trees.
No suspicious footprint in soft snow.
No shaky night footage.
He was fully lit beside the game, holding mining equipment and looking considerably more prepared for the afternoon than I was.
The first few spins did very little.
Two mugs.
Not enough.
Boots on both sides.
No useful connection.
Crystals scattered through the middle.
A small win came from the winter gear and disappeared into the balance.
Bigfoot remained.
The mug remained too.
I ♥ YETI.
Either the merchandise department had misidentified the star or Bigfoot had strong feelings about another cryptid.
Neither possibility improved the mystery.
Several euros went.
Then the first Wild landed.
Sticky.
It stayed.
Extra spins arrived around it.
This was the first thing on screen making a serious effort not to disappear.
Fresh symbols moved.
The Wild did not.
A mug combination reached through its position.
Payment.
The Wild stayed.
Another extra spin brought backpacks.
Enough this time.
The locked Wild helped again.
Payment.
Still there.
Boots came down next.
Almost useful.
Another spin.
Crystals.
Nothing.
Eventually the Sticky Wild released and normal play returned.
The little run gave back around €6.
I had now obtained more persistent evidence from one Wild symbol than most supposed Bigfoot encounters produce in forty years.
The creature himself remained beside the reels throughout.
No footprints required.
The balance slipped again.
A few spins later something above the main reels began moving.
Three little positions.
Bones.
The Bones Mini Slot spun.
This frozen wilderness contained shining gemstones, modern mining tools, backpacks, thermal clothing and some form of electrical game interface.
Multiplication was handled by skeletal remains.
The three bone positions stopped.
x3.
A modest win below received the multiplier.
A little over €4 came back.
The bones settled.
No explanation arrived for whose bones they were.
That became another item for the evidence pile.
Bigfoot.
Yeti mug.
Unidentified skeleton.
Mining operation.
I kept €1.00.
The next stretch was colder financially.
A crystal win returned a couple of euros.
Then several empty spins.
The mugs kept appearing often enough to maintain the identity crisis.
One would land near Bigfoot.
Another on reel four.
Sometimes three.
Rarely enough at once.
I began checking them every time.
There was a supply chain here.
Somebody had manufactured these mugs.
Somebody had printed “I ♥ YETI” on them.
Somebody had boxed them.
Someone had managed delivery to a snow-covered forest inhabited by a creature supposedly too elusive to photograph clearly.
Human civilisation had apparently established ceramic distribution before establishing zoological certainty.
The balance passed €10 down.
Then €14.
Around €17 below the start, another Sticky Wild appeared.
This one locked near several crystals.
Extra spin.
The first arrangement used it immediately.
Payment.
It stayed.
Next spin dropped boots around the same position.
Another useful result.
The Wild remained planted in the snow.
Third extra spin.
The Bones Mini Slot woke above the reels.
The little skeletal machine spun.
x6.
Now the locked Wild had company.
A useful combination formed underneath.
The x6 hit it.
The win jumped.
Fresh numbers ran through the counter.
The whole Sticky sequence returned around €9.
Bigfoot had just combined a Wild that refused to move with a multiplier calculated by bones.
This was stronger evidence of organised cryptid infrastructure than the mugs.
My balance recovered part of the earlier loss.
I stayed at €1.00.
The ordinary symbols returned.
Bigfoot continued mining beside them.
His helmet remained worth studying.
It looked like proper protective equipment.
Then came the flame.
A tiny exposed fire at forehead height.
The creature possessed mechanical tools but had chosen to solve illumination with combustion directly above the eyebrows.
The Arctic wilderness apparently had regulations concerning neither workplace safety nor species classification.
The crystals started appearing more frequently.
Blue.
Green.
Orange.
Bright enough to make the snow look dull.
Some formed ordinary wins.
Others landed without doing much.
But they had a different feel from the mugs and boots.
They were not equipment.
They were treasure.
At the top sat the Jackpot row.
MINI.
MINOR.
MAJOR.
MEGA.
GRAND.
Bigfoot stood directly underneath it.
The world’s most elusive creature was now positioned beneath a sign listing the exact treasure levels available inside his mining operation.
This was not hiding.
This was retail display.
More spins passed.
A small Bones x3 landed without much underneath to multiply.
Another Sticky Wild threatened to become useful but never gathered enough support.
The balance worked its way down again.
Roughly €19 below.
Then around €21.
I did not change stake.
The crystals were arriving in enough colours now that they had become the real trail.
Forget footprints.
Footprints only told me Bigfoot had feet.
The crystals might tell me where he kept the money.
One spin brought several.
Another followed.
Colour collected away from the reels.
The screen changed.
Special Jackpots.
There they were.
Five layers of supposedly hidden Arctic wealth.
MINI.
MINOR.
MAJOR.
MEGA.
GRAND.
The crystal expedition had reached the cave.
The selection began moving.
MINI passed.
MINOR approached.
Then moved on.
MAJOR came into view.
For a moment the treasure looked more serious.
The selection continued.
MEGA remained untouched.
GRAND remained extremely well protected.
Back toward the smaller values.
The movement slowed.
MINOR.
Stopped.
10x.
At €1.00, that meant €10.
The legendary wealth had been located.
Ten euros.
Bigfoot had protected this amount using snow-covered forests, hidden caves, generations of folklore, coloured gemstones, magical Sticky Wilds and a calculator made from unidentified bones.
The award entered.
My session was still roughly €11 below the starting balance.
The Special Jackpots screen closed.
The crystal collection cleared.
The reels returned.
Bigfoot stood exactly where he had always stood.
Blue.
Huge.
White beard.
Backpack.
Mining tools.
Flaming helmet.
The mugs were still available on the reels.
I ♥ YETI.
No Sticky Wild remained.
The Bones Mini Slot had gone quiet.
No unfinished crystal trail waited for another spin.
I closed the game.
The GRAND could continue hiding in the wilderness.
Bigfoot had never even tried.
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