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The apocalypse had removed six 10s from the reels and replaced every one of them with the same red-eyed corpse.
There were still respins left.
This was considerably more organised than most zombie outbreaks.
The 10 had been selected first.
One sat in the top row.
Two more were scattered across the middle.
Another occupied the far-right reel.
By the time SwitchSpins finished with them, the entire group had vanished.
In their place:
the same dead face.
Pale skin.
Red eyes.
An expression suggesting death had been inconvenient but not particularly surprising.
Six copies.
The ruined research facility behind the reels was already full of blood, dark water, abandoned structures and figures wandering around outside.
Now it had started replacing typography with corpses.
I had €212 left.
The stake was €0.80.
A Switch symbol landed.
The outbreak continued.
This time another ordinary symbol joined the replacement list.
The counter gained more life.
Several Js disappeared.
More high-paying undead arrived.
Then one position changed into a Wild instead.
The teal skeletal hand spread across the square.
A line connected through the newly populated grid.
€4.80.
Then another.
The same red-eyed face was now appearing often enough that individuality had become unnecessary.
€11.20.
The respins continued.
Decay had apparently decided the fastest route through the apocalypse was to stop waiting for zombies to arrive naturally and simply convert whatever symbols were already available.
The final replacement hit.
A group of undead lined through a Wild.
The amount climbed to €32.80.
The sequence ended.
My balance moved to €244.80.
I had started at €220.
That required some explanation.
The beginning had been much quieter.
Six reels.
Five rows.
Thirty-five paylines.
A ruined outbreak zone stretching behind everything.
The left side of the screen showed a white building with Love Ride still visible across it, which was a surprisingly optimistic thing to have survived the end of civilisation.
A figure wandered in front.
More silhouettes stood near the wreckage on the right.
The reels themselves contained red card ranks and portraits that looked as though nobody had slept since the infection began.
One wore a gas mask.
Another had dead green skin.
Another had the red eyes that would later occupy most of the screen.
There was also the Mad Scientist.
He looked exactly like the sort of person who would invent a mechanism capable of turning six 10s into one dead man six times.
At €0.80, the first stretch had been restrained.
€1.60.
Nothing.
A few red letters.
€2.40.
Several empty spins.
A Wild helped one line to €3.20.
Then more blanks.
The balance went through €217.
€214.40.
A little win.
Then €212.
No scientist.
No bonus.
No Total Takeover.
Just the outbreak scenery and a growing suspicion that the low symbols were doing much better at survival than the humans.
Then SwitchSpins arrived.
The 10s did not survive.
Neither did several Js.
That first sequence left me €24.80 ahead of the starting balance.
I stayed at €0.80 for a few more spins.
One small undead combination paid €2.40.
Three blanks.
Another little hit.
The balance settled at €242.40.
I changed the stake.
€1.20.
Not because the Mad Scientist had appeared.
He had done almost nothing.
I raised it because the ordinary base game had just demonstrated a willingness to conduct targeted extinction against its own symbols.
The next few spins were less ambitious.
A green-faced survivor lined up twice.
€3.60.
Then nothing.
A gas-mask combination almost formed and failed on reel five.
A Wild appeared in the bottom row with nowhere useful to connect.
The facility had briefly returned to normal apocalypse conditions.
Mostly ruined.
Poorly staffed.
Everyone unhealthy.
The balance moved through €239.
Then €236.60.
A better portrait combination brought €6.
Several spins later, the second Switch symbol arrived.
This one started with Q.
There were Qs everywhere.
Top.
Bottom.
Two in the middle.
The SwitchSpins began.
The first Q disappeared.
High-paying corpse.
Second.
Same corpse.
Third.
Another.
By the time the replacement had crossed the grid, the letter Q had become locally extinct.
A new Switch symbol landed before the sequence ended.
Another symbol was added.
More respins.
Now the A was in trouble.
There were four of them.
One became the red-eyed dead man.
Another turned Wild.
The third changed into a different high-paying portrait.
The fourth disappeared on the next respin.
The outbreak had developed preferences.
Card ranks were being removed.
People who looked visibly infected were taking their positions.
A Wild hand sat between two groups.
The paylines began finding each other.
€7.20.
Another replacement.
€12.
A line through the middle connected several high-paying faces.
€19.20.
The screen had reached the stage where there were fewer healthy-looking symbols than unhealthy ones.
This was probably good news for the feature.
Less encouraging for the fictional city behind it.
Another Switch arrived.
More symbols joined the replacement set.
The counter extended again.
At the top of the screen, the little row showing which symbols were being targeted had become an obituary for basic card ranks.
The next respin turned two positions Wild.
A high-paying portrait filled another.
The connection crossed five reels.
€28.80.
One more replacement.
€38.40.
The sequence stopped there.
My balance was €277.20.
I had started the session with €220.
The Mad Scientist still had not triggered anything.
His experiment was apparently running perfectly well without him.
That became the new problem.
I now wanted to see the actual bonus.
The base had already produced the money.
The scientist could no longer rescue the session.
He could only justify his portrait.
I kept the stake at €1.20.
The next stretch took a little back.
€2.40.
Blank.
Blank.
€3.60.
Several red card ranks survived longer than expected.
A Wild landed.
Nothing around it.
A Mad Scientist symbol appeared alone.
Then another several spins later.
No set.
The balance reached €271.20.
Then three Mad Scientist symbols landed together.
Finally.
The scientist had arrived after the outbreak.
Ten Free Spins opened.
The screen kept the same ruined world.
The portraits remained.
The gas masks remained.
The blood-red letters remained.
The main difference was that Switch activity now had more opportunity to interfere.
First Free Spin:
€0.
Second:
a small portrait line.
€1.20.
Third:
Switch.
The symbol selected 10 again.
Of course it did.
The apocalypse had apparently developed a personal problem with 10.
SwitchSpins began inside the Free Spins.
Several 10s became higher-paying symbols.
One became Wild.
The respins produced a decent-looking spread of undead.
€4.80.
More replacement.
Another Switch symbol landed.
The sequence extended.
A new symbol joined the list.
More corpses.
More Wild.
The result reached €7.20.
Not bad.
Also considerably less violent than the €38.40 outbreak that had happened in ordinary play.
The Mad Scientist had finally taken control of his own laboratory and immediately reduced productivity.
The Free Spins continued.
Nothing.
€1.20.
Another blank.
Then two Total Takeover symbols appeared.
One on the left.
One on the right.
I waited for the third.
The middle reels stopped.
No third.
They vanished.
Total Takeover remained a threat rather than an event.
The next spin gave me a gas-mask combination for €2.40.
Then nothing.
One Free Spin remained.
By then the bonus total was €10.80.
The final spin started.
Red A.
Portrait.
Wild.
Another portrait.
Q.
The Wild helped connect a small line.
€3.60.
The Free Spins ended.
€14.40 total.
Ten spins.
Fourteen euros and forty cents.
The Mad Scientist had spent the entire session standing on a symbol promising scientific catastrophe.
When he finally received ten uninterrupted spins to demonstrate it, he produced less money than the first uncontrolled SwitchSpins outbreak in the base game.
My balance reached €285.60.
€65.60 above the €220 start.
The bonus summary sat over the ruined facility.
Behind it were the same dead faces, gas masks and blood-red lettering.
The scientist had finally completed his experiment.
The zombies had already done better without him.
I left the next €1.20 spin untouched.
Autoplay on Moonshot should be a subscription to bad decisions.