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The buffalo had become nine squares.
This seemed excessive even for a buffalo.
Its face occupied the middle of the reels while the rest of it had apparently been declared unnecessary. Around it sat carved eagles, frogs, wolves and whatever symbols had managed to survive the latest cascade without being covered by several hundred kilograms of supernatural cattle.
The reels were eight rows tall.
They had started with five.
There were mountains behind them that had not grown at all.
This put the mountains in the minority.
The 3×3 Wild had already helped form another win, which meant it had reached the final stage of its strange career. It flashed once.
Then the entire buffalo disappeared.
Nine positions became empty.
Apparently there was a legal maximum amount of buffalo a thunderstorm could contain.
That was the seventeenth paid spin.
The previous sixteen had given me no reason to prepare for any of it.
I had started with €250.00 and €1.20 on the stake.
There was a lightning-marked Bet Boost available and a Buy Bonus sitting nearby. I left both alone. A game called Buffalo Thunderstorm had already supplied a buffalo, six reels and enough open sky to produce weather without my assistance.
The first screen had been almost suspiciously pretty.
Blue mountains.
Green slopes.
Tipis beyond the reels.
Tall carved posts holding the whole structure together.
Drums at the bottom.
Then the animals.
Buffalo.
Eagles.
Frogs.
Wolves.
More carved faces.
The frogs looked particularly comfortable.
This was concerning because nothing with that expression had ever expected to be involved in severe weather.
For sixteen spins, they were correct.
The reels stayed five rows high.
Small clusters formed and vanished.
An eagle group paid.
A few carved letters disappeared.
Frogs gathered in sufficient numbers to achieve something financially modest.
€7.80 came back from €19.20 wagered.
I reached €238.60 with a landscape full of creatures that had collectively produced less drama than the drums sitting underneath them.
Then I pressed spin seventeen.
A cluster of eagles connected.
€3.60.
The winning eagles vanished.
The reels did not simply refill.
They grew.
A sixth row appeared above everything.
There had been no negotiation with the mountains.
The game had found vertical space and taken it.
One of the gaps left by the winning symbols received a Wild.
Just one square.
A buffalo face.
Compact.
Reasonable.
A buffalo that could still be described using the singular.
New symbols dropped.
The little Wild joined another win.
€7.20.
The symbols vanished again.
A seventh row arrived.
The buffalo grew into a 2×2 block.
Four positions.
That changed the visual argument considerably.
The frogs had gone from living beside a buffalo to living beside a buffalo-shaped building.
Another cascade dropped through.
Eagles landed above it.
A wolf arrived to the side.
The 2×2 buffalo connected again.
€14.40.
The reels added their eighth row.
The buffalo became 3×3.
Nine squares.
At this point Buffalo Thunderstorm had stopped resembling an animal slot and had become a measurement problem.
How many frogs wide was the buffalo?
Three.
How many eagles tall?
Three.
How many ordinary reel symbols could continue pretending this was a normal arrangement?
Very few.
The huge Wild caught another connection.
€24.00.
Then it vanished.
Not shrank.
Not returned politely to 1×1.
Gone.
The largest object on the reels simply ceased to exist after doing its job, leaving a 6×8 wilderness with a buffalo-shaped vacancy in the middle.
The cascade finally ran out.
That should have settled it.
Instead, the low symbols started changing.
The reel window had reached its top row, so the weak tiles were replaced.
Letters disappeared.
Premium animals took their places.
A screen that had already gained three rows, grown a buffalo from one square to nine and then vaporised it now decided the alphabet was the remaining problem.
Eagles.
Wolves.
Frogs.
Buffalo.
The lower symbols were evicted from the landscape and replaced by wildlife.
Nothing connected.
Forty-eight positions of upgraded wilderness stared back at me.
After everything the spin had done, its final act was restocking the mountain and refusing to pay for it.
The four cascade wins had totalled €49.20.
My balance showed €286.60.
I had started the spin with €238.60.
One press had created three extra rows, one progressively enormous buffalo and €48.00 in net profit.
The Free Spins symbols had not been involved.
That became important.
Because after watching a single base spin reconstruct the reels vertically, I no longer needed the bonus to justify the session.
I wanted to see what it did.
That was different.
The reels contracted to 6×5 for the next spin as though the previous three rows had been temporary scaffolding erected solely to support a buffalo emergency.
The animals went back to ordinary proportions.
A frog occupied one position.
An eagle occupied one position.
A buffalo occupied one position.
I had seen what the buffalo was capable of and no longer accepted this arrangement at face value.
Eleven more paid spins followed.
They were quieter.
€13.20 went out.
€4.80 came back.
One cascade managed an extra row and stopped there.
Another produced a small Wild that never found a second win, leaving the buffalo at 1×1.
After the nine-square specimen, it looked unfinished.
The balance reached €278.20.
Then three Free Spins symbols landed.
The €1.20 trigger spin took me to €277.00.
The reels opened to 6×8 immediately.
No climbing required.
All eight rows were simply there.
Forty-eight positions from the start.
The bonus apparently considered five rows an unnecessary childhood phase.
The Dreamcatcher bar came alive alongside the reels.
On the first free spin it dropped a 2×2 Wild into the window.
Four buffalo squares arrived already assembled.
No eagle cluster had to raise it.
No gradual growth.
The Dreamcatcher had skipped directly to medium buffalo.
Symbols fell around it.
A win formed.
The block stayed part of the screen long enough to make the first few euros.
Another free spin brought Swap Tiles.
The low symbols changed into premium animals again.
The frogs returned in numbers.
An eagle occupied the top corner.
Two wolves appeared where letters had been.
The wilderness had now developed a recurring solution to weak typography.
If too many letters existed, replace them with mammals.
Later the Dreamcatcher landed on a multiplier.
A modest animal connection suddenly became worth enough to stop being background noise.
Then came a 3×3 Wild.
Instantly.
Nine buffalo squares.
Again.
The base game had needed an entire chain of increasingly successful cascades to build that thing.
The Dreamcatcher simply placed one on the reels like it had found a spare.
For a moment the 6×8 window was back in the same condition as spin seventeen: too much buffalo, insufficient remaining ecosystem.
But the bonus never found the same rhythm.
The big Wild helped.
The multiplier helped.
Swap Tiles replaced weak symbols.
The reels stayed fully expanded.
There were wins.
There was movement.
There was another little rush when three Free Spins symbols threatened to gather again, but they never completed the retrigger.
The bonus kept producing weather.
The base game had produced the storm.
When the Free Spins ended, they had added €21.60.
Not bad.
Not close to the €49.20 from that one base spin either.
The final balance landed at €298.60.
€48.60 profit.
The bonus screen cleared.
Six reels returned.
Five rows.
The Dreamcatcher vanished.
The extra height folded away.
Forty-eight positions became thirty.
A buffalo landed on one of them.
One square.
Just its face, neatly framed between an eagle and a frog.
I left the stake at €1.20 and the balance at €298.60.
For most of the session, one buffalo had been perfectly capable of becoming four buffalo, then nine buffalo, then no buffalo at all.
Now it was back to pretending it had always fit inside a single box.
The mountains behind it knew better.
Double Fruit Frenzy DoubleMax made me nostalgic for losing slower.