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The middle reel belonged to pigs.
Not pig symbols generally.
Specific pigs.
Jackpot Piggies.
They could only arrive there.
Jackpot Coins, meanwhile, were forbidden from the middle and kept turning up on the two outside reels.
The whole 3×3 looked like a tiny section of the Vegas Strip that had been divided into three lanes.
Money.
Pig.
Money.
I started with €360 at €2.00.
The pig in the fedora stood above the reels surrounded by neon, gold, blue diamonds and enough casino lighting to make daylight unnecessary.
Behind him sat two large piggy banks.
One gold.
One blue.
Somewhere in the scenery was Bacon Bank.
This raised questions that the slot wisely declined to answer.
Living pigs were operating the casino.
Pig-shaped banks were storing the money.
Bacon had apparently become a financial landmark.
The first twenty-eight spins did not produce anything large enough to settle the matter.
A whiskey line paid €4.
Dice found €2.
Another group returned €4.
A couple of smaller results filled out the €14 that came back from €56 spent.
Balance:
€318.
The interesting things kept happening without becoming features.
A Golden Coin landed on one of the outside reels.
Up it went toward the Golden Piggy Bank.
Later, a Cash Piggy appeared in the middle with Coins around it and gathered a small amount.
Then the cash side disappeared and the jackpot side returned.
Blue.
Diamond.
Different pig.
Different coins.
The two systems refused to share the same spin.
Vegas had apparently become too sophisticated for mixed-species pig banking.
I kept the bet at €2.
The fedora pig remained behind the reels with the expression of an animal who had discovered casino ownership before discovering trousers.
Seventeen more paid spins passed.
€34 out.
€8 back.
One decent whiskey result.
Several dice.
A line of card symbols.
Balance:
€292.
Jackpot Coins had appeared more than once during that stretch.
Mini.
Nothing collecting it.
Gone.
Another jackpot coin later.
No Piggy.
Gone.
That was the arrangement.
The outside reels could carry all the treasure they wanted.
Without the pig in the middle, it was just expensive scenery.
Paid spin forty-six cost €2.
First reel stopped.
Mini.
15x.
Blue jackpot coin.
Second reel:
Jackpot Piggy.
Fedora.
Grin.
Third reel:
Minor.
30x.
The three symbols held.
Money.
Pig.
Money.
Exactly as the little Vegas road system intended.
The screen changed.
Jackpot Hold & Win opened.
Three spins appeared.
Balance outside:
€290.
The Mini and Minor were already sitting on either side of the Piggy.
15x on one side.
30x on the other.
The Piggy occupied the middle reel and collected both.
45x.
That was already €90 at my stake, waiting inside the feature.
The pig remained locked.
Naturally.
He had found two jackpots.
There was no reason for him to leave.
First bonus spin.
Nothing.
Two remaining.
The side reels stayed mostly empty.
The Piggy stayed in the centre.
Second spin.
Another Jackpot Piggy landed.
Also middle reel.
Different position.
Locked.
The counter returned to three.
There were now two pigs occupying the central column.
Neither had brought a jackpot.
That was not their role.
The money had to arrive from the sides.
The pigs only needed to be present when it did.
The middle reel had become a waiting area for highly motivated pork.
Next spin.
Mini Jackpot Coin.
15x.
Left side.
Both Piggies reacted.
The same Mini was collected once by each.
15x.
15x.
30x added.
The prize itself was still Mini.
The pig population had simply made “Mini” a negotiable concept.
There were now two animals in hats treating one small jackpot as communal property.
The counter reset.
Three spins.
Next one empty.
Two.
Then a Minor landed.
30x.
That was better.
First Piggy collected it.
30x.
Second Piggy collected it.
Another 30x.
60x from one Minor.
The jackpot label had not changed.
No upgrade.
No wheel.
No transformation.
There were just two pigs.
This was becoming the central economic principle of the Strip.
If the jackpot is not large enough, add pork.
The running feature had now accumulated:
45x from the initial Mini and Minor.
30x from the later Mini.
60x from the later Minor.
135x.
No Major.
No Grand.
The enormous jackpot values above the reels could continue looking important.
The Piggies had found a more local solution.
Another spin began.
Third Jackpot Piggy.
Middle reel.
The final free position there.
Locked.
Three Piggies now filled the entire central column.
Top.
Middle.
Bottom.
Three fedoras.
Three snouts.
Three identical expressions.
The outside reels were nearly empty.
All the people had gathered in the middle.
Vegas had become one narrow column of pigs waiting for money to enter from either side.
The counter reset to three.
First spin with all three Piggies:
nothing.
Two.
The three animals remained.
No one moved.
No Coin landed.
Another spin.
Mini.
Right reel.
15x.
The first Piggy collected it.
The second Piggy collected it.
The third Piggy collected it.
45x.
A Mini Jackpot had just paid three times because the central reel had reached maximum pig density.
That brought the total to 180x.
At €2:
€360.
The feature was now worth exactly my entire starting bankroll.
There was still no Major.
No Grand.
Those prizes could stay on the sign.
I had three pigs.
The next spin was empty.
Two remaining.
Another empty spin.
One.
The Jackpot Piggies remained locked in the centre.
All three.
The side reels waited.
A Grand could theoretically have arrived.
500x.
With three Piggies staring at the outside lanes, that would have been the sort of event that required the Bacon Bank to reinforce its walls.
Nothing came.
Final spin.
Empty.
The counter reached zero.
The feature stopped.
The game counted everything.
Initial Mini and Minor:
45x.
Mini with two Piggies:
30x.
Minor with two:
60x.
Mini with three:
45x.
Total:
180x.
€360.
My balance moved from €290 to €650.
I had started with €360.
Profit:
€290.
The screen held the bonus for a second longer.
Three Jackpot Piggies occupied the middle reel from top to bottom.
They had spent the feature collecting the same prizes repeatedly without ever leaving their column.
The largest jackpot that actually appeared was Minor.
Nobody had needed Major.
Nobody had needed Grand.
Apparently Vegas did not require bigger jackpots when it could simply keep adding pigs to the receiving end.
Then the bonus cleared.
The three Jackpot Piggies disappeared.
The 3×3 returned.
Whiskey glasses.
Dice.
Cards.
Casino symbols.
The fedora pig reappeared above the reels in front of the Golden and Diamond Piggy Banks.
One pig again.
After the previous thirty seconds, the Strip looked understaffed.
Try Blooming Mystery. We supported one symbol so loudly it should now appear in the credits.