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Bean and Dean sold me one coffee and delivered seven copies of the mug vertically through reel three.
The first cup had expanded.
Six more dropped onto the same Wild Coffee Reel.
7x.
A line worth €1.60 passed through it.
€11.20.
The mug at the bottom looked furious.
The six above it looked related.
Brewfather had been running for one spin and an entire vertical section of the city was already under coffee control.
That was much better than anything the human-shaped food had managed earlier.
Coffee Dealer had introduced me to Bean and Dean through an alley containing several objects that suggested caffeine distribution had become unnecessarily dangerous.
Coffee beans.
A bag of coffee holding a knife.
A pistol apparently loaded with milk.
Cash with a face.
And the Coffee Cup itself, grinning with the expression of something that had stopped considering itself a beverage several arrests ago.
I started with €150.00.
Stake:
€0.80.
The first few spins were less criminal.
A few letters.
Coffee beans.
One bag.
Another bag.
The milk pistol appeared twice and failed to connect.
There was something deeply unnecessary about putting milk in a handgun.
Coffee already had several established delivery systems.
Cup.
Jug.
Carton.
Spoon if circumstances had deteriorated.
Bean and Dean had apparently looked at all of those and chosen firearm.
I paid again.
A small line returned €0.80.
The next spin showed three coffee bags.
One had the knife sticking out of it.
The bag looked full of beans and still somehow prepared for trouble.
No payment.
The armed coffee remained financially peaceful.
The balance moved through €146.80.
Then the first Coffee Cup appeared.
It landed on reel two.
The mug expanded vertically.
More cup faces appeared up that reel.
Not many.
The resulting Wild Coffee Reel reached 3x.
A line used it.
€0.80 became €2.40.
Gone afterwards.
That was enough to change what I watched.
The ordinary symbols could continue whatever happened in this alley after dark.
I wanted the mug.
One Coffee Cup could stop being one Coffee Cup.
That was the important development.
It could take the reel, fill more of the vertical space with copies of itself and become worth more as the population increased.
This was not coffee.
This was infestation with a handle.
Another cup arrived several spins later.
Reel four.
It expanded.
One extra mug joined.
2x.
No qualifying line found it.
The entire family had assembled for nothing.
They disappeared.
I continued at €0.80.
The base game kept returning small pieces.
€0.80.
€1.60.
Nothing.
Nothing.
A line involving the knife-bag brought €1.60.
The bag had now paid more than the milk pistol.
Reasonable.
If a sack of coffee beans enters an alley carrying a knife, one should expect some initiative.
The pistol still had milk coming out of it.
Spin thirteen brought another cup.
Reel three.
Expansion.
Four mugs in total.
4x.
This time the line that wanted it stopped one reel too early.
No payment from the coffee takeover.
Four angry cups had occupied an entire useful vertical section and the surrounding symbols had failed to bring customers.
That bothered me more than the loss.
The mugs had done their part.
They were Wild.
They had multiplied.
They had assembled vertically with the efficiency of crockery that knew the alley.
The symbols around them had simply failed to form the route.
I kept looking for reel three after that.
Not because reel three had any special status yet.
I gave it one.
It had hosted four mugs.
That was currently the largest coffee gathering of the session.
Reel three was therefore the good street.
Perfectly scientific.
A cup landed on reel one a few spins later.
Only the original mug.
No useful expansion.
1x.
It participated in nothing.
Wrong street.
Balance:
€141.60.
The cash-note symbol began appearing more frequently.
That one had a face too.
Everything in Coffee Dealer seemed uncomfortable with being an object.
Money smiled.
Coffee got angry.
A bag carried a knife.
Milk became ammunition.
Bean and Dean had apparently built a city where groceries reached consciousness and immediately made poor choices.
A small cash line returned €2.40.
Then three blank spins removed the same amount again.
Somewhere in the middle of this, two FS symbols appeared.
Bright red.
I noticed them because they were the first things on the reels that did not appear ready to mug somebody.
Only two.
Nothing happened.
Next spin.
Gone.
I did not chase them.
Reel three still had my attention.
Another cup landed there around spin twenty-two.
Expansion.
Two extra mugs.
3x.
The line using the reel was tiny.
€0.40 underneath.
€1.20 after the mugs.
Three Coffee Cups had coordinated themselves to improve forty cents.
The alley celebrated anyway.
I accepted the money.
The mug population had at least found business.
By spin twenty-five, the balance sat around €138.
No disaster.
No dramatic feature.
Just Bean and Dean slowly charging admission to a neighborhood where bags of beans carried knives and the coffee itself could reproduce vertically.
Another little payment brought €1.60.
Then nothing.
A milk pistol finally helped a line.
€0.80.
Excellent.
Several rounds of armed dairy had produced enough to refund one spin.
The pistol could stand down.
At spin thirty, the total returns from the base had reached €8.40.
Thirty spins cost:
€24.00.
Balance:
€134.40.
I had lost €15.60.
Reel three remained my favourite piece of territory despite having no official reason to be.
Then spin thirty-one cost another €0.80.
Four FS symbols landed.
Not three.
Four.
Brewfather.
Eight Free Spins.
There were larger things hidden deeper in Coffee Dealer.
I did not care.
Four tickets had opened this one, and the screen moved into the feature.
First Free Spin.
Coffee Cup.
Reel three.
My reel.
It expanded.
Then the relatives arrived.
Another mug.
Another.
Another.
They kept dropping.
Seven Coffee Cups occupied the Wild Coffee Reel by the time the little invasion stopped.
7x.
A paying line crossed through it.
Before the coffee:
€1.60.
After seven mugs decided to participate:
€11.20.
There was my good street.
I had invented its importance in the base game and Brewfather had immediately rewarded the delusion by letting an angry cup claim the whole thing.
Better still, reel three was now activated for the rest of the bonus.
The coffee had taken the territory.
It was not giving it back.
Free Spin two guaranteed another cup there.
The mug appeared.
No useful winning line.
No expansion worth money.
Seven cups had established control on the previous spin.
Their successor arrived to an empty street.
Nothing.
This felt correct.
Even caffeine empires have mornings.
Free Spin three.
Cup on reel three again.
This time it expanded into three mugs.
3x.
A small line passed through.
€0.80 became €2.40.
Feature total:
€13.60.
Still healthy.
Still coffee-led.
The bag with the knife appeared nearby and failed to participate.
That was becoming its specialty.
Free Spin four changed the map.
A Coffee Cup landed on reel two and became part of a win.
Expansion.
The reel activated.
Now reel two belonged to coffee as well.
It produced a small €0.80 around the rest of that spin.
Feature total:
€14.40.
Two reels had now been claimed.
Reel two.
Reel three.
The feature had four spins left.
I no longer wanted scatters.
I wanted territory.
If another cup could take reel four, Bean and Dean would have a continuous coffee route through most of the reels.
That sounded much more important than eight Free Spins had any right to become.
Free Spin five.
Guaranteed cup on reel two.
Guaranteed cup on reel three.
Both appeared.
Reel two built to 4x.
Reel three only managed 2x.
A small line crossed both Wild Coffee Reels.
The underlying piece was €0.40.
The two coffee multipliers combined.
6x.
€2.40.
Two occupied reels.
Six times the coffee authority.
Forty cents of actual business.
The mugs had built a caffeine corridor across the city and found a customer carrying loose change.
Feature total:
€16.80.
Three spins left.
Now I wanted reel four even more.
It did not happen.
Free Spin six brought the guaranteed cups back to reels two and three.
Neither found a useful enough line.
Coffee everywhere.
Money nowhere.
The knife-bag showed up.
Still armed.
Still irrelevant.
Free Spin seven produced a small €0.80 payment elsewhere.
The cups remained present.
The city looked thoroughly caffeinated.
Feature total:
€17.60.
Final spin.
Two guaranteed Coffee Cups again.
No third territory.
No great line.
No last-second escalation.
The mugs arrived.
They occupied their usual streets.
The surrounding symbols refused to conduct business with them.
Zero.
Brewfather ended at:
€17.60.
Balance:
€151.20.
I had entered the bonus at €133.60.
The coffee had rescued the entire session and put me €1.20 above the €150 start.
Barely.
But the route it had taken was excellent.
One cup took reel three.
Seven mugs stacked onto it.
€11.20.
Reel three then remained coffee territory.
Reel two joined later.
The two combined their multipliers for another useful hit.
And by the final spin, Coffee Dealer had guaranteed mugs repeatedly arriving on two separate reels while producing almost no money from them.
That was the part I trusted most.
Bean and Dean could seize the street.
They could apparently not guarantee foot traffic.
I returned to the base.
€151.20.
One sensible decision would have been to stop.
I gave the alley ten more spins instead.
The first two:
nothing.
€149.60.
Then a Coffee Cup landed on reel four.
Good.
Expansion.
2x.
No line.
Of course.
Reel four had finally received the mug after the feature ended.
Perfect timing.
The next spin returned €1.60 from ordinary symbols.
Another later returned €1.60.
That was the entire recovery.
Ten spins cost €8.00.
€3.20 came back.
Balance:
€146.40.
I stopped there.
Started:
€150.00.
Finished:
€146.40.
Loss:
€3.60.
The session had contained four FS symbols, Brewfather, two activated Wild Coffee Reels, a 7x mug takeover, a combined 6x coffee route and enough angry cups to populate a small neighborhood.
The money had gone down by three euros and sixty cents.
I could live with that.
Bean and Dean were still somewhere in the city.
The knife-bag was presumably still carrying the knife.
The milk pistol had achieved almost nothing.
Reel four had finally received coffee after it was too late to matter.
And reel three had done exactly what I wanted.
One cup landed there.
Six relatives arrived.
Seven mugs took the reel.
€1.60 became €11.20.
For one spin, Coffee Dealer stopped serving coffee and started reproducing it.
I was not staying to see whether the cups discovered reel five.
Rage of Egypt triggered a feature that still hasn’t emotionally ended.