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The Dragon Queen had replaced every heart, club, spade and diamond with reptiles.
She leaned over the top of the grid, enormous, red and visibly furious that cheap playing-card furniture had been allowed inside her nursery.
Below her sat frogs.
Blue hatchlings.
Red hatchlings.
Dragon eyes.
Several Wild eggs.
No ordinary symbols remained.
The board looked less like a slot and more like a reptile daycare that had won a defence contract.
€37.60 glowed beneath it.
I had paid €1.00.
Four dragons had become involved.
The only sensible way to explain this was backward.
Immediately before the Queen arrived, the counter above the reels had reached 70/70.
The final cluster died.
Nothing else connected.
That silence summoned management.
Her head lowered into view.
Horns filled the upper screen. Smoke escaped her nostrils. Her eyes carried the calm administrative rage of a mother who had discovered several children drawing on a priceless cave wall with molten rock.
The low-paying symbols flashed.
Hearts became frogs.
Clubs became blue hatchlings.
Diamonds became red ones.
Spades became dragon eyes.
The Queen had not improved the cheap symbols.
She had removed their identities and reassigned them to reptiles.
A group of frogs connected first.
They exploded.
Blue hatchlings dropped into the holes and formed another cluster, all smiling with the dangerous innocence of animals that had not yet learned the difference between a toy and a village.
They vanished.
Red dragons fell together.
Another win.
The total rose through €28.40, passed €33 and stopped at €37.60 after several dragon eyes collected in the lower corner.
The eyes disappeared last.
That felt appropriate.
The Queen had overseen the conversion personally and required witnesses.
Before her arrival, the Fire Dragon had already redesigned the board.
The collection bar had reached 50/70 after another cluster collapsed and left the grid dead.
The red hatchling above the reels opened its mouth.
Fire crossed the screen.
It selected the blue baby dragon.
Then blue hatchlings appeared across alternating squares.
A checkerboard.
Not a cluster.
A tactical arrangement of small reptiles who were mostly touching one another diagonally and therefore accomplishing nothing.
The Fire Dragon had covered half the nursery in identical children and arranged them so nobody could hold hands.
Fortunately, two Wild eggs remained on the grid.
One sat between three of the new blue dragons.
Another occupied the lower centre.
The hatchlings connected through them.
A large group flashed.
The babies exploded.
This was apparently acceptable childcare because they immediately entered the collection bar.
Fresh symbols dropped.
More blue hatchlings arrived beside the remaining checkerboard positions.
Another cluster formed.
Then dragon eyes.
Then frogs.
The running win reached €23.20.
The counter climbed toward seventy.
The Fire Dragon watched from above with its mouth still open, deeply pleased with an intervention that had begun as a board game and ended as reptile duplication.
Before the fire, there had been water.
The collection bar had reached 30/50.
The board stopped paying.
A blue dragon rose above the reels with the expression of a hatchling who had just discovered both plumbing and authority.
Four jets of water struck the grid.
When the spray cleared, four Wild eggs occupied separate positions.
Not ordinary eggs.
Golden Wild eggs.
Dragon offspring had apparently arrived pre-employed.
One landed beside a group of red hatchlings.
Another appeared between frogs.
The remaining two were placed farther apart, perhaps because the Water Dragon understood that four magical eggs in one corner would violate several nursery regulations.
The red hatchlings connected through the first Wild.
They exploded.
The frogs used the second.
Gone.
Symbols collapsed from above.
A blue hatchling cluster formed around two Wild eggs and disappeared as well.
The counter advanced.
The spin total reached €11.40.
Water continued dripping down the grid while the blue dragon watched proudly.
It had added four eggs to an already overcrowded hatchery and solved the problem by making them substitutes for every known species.
Before the flood, the Earth Dragon had cleared the floor.
The first collection target had reached 10/30.
The cascade stopped.
A green dragon rose over the reels.
Round face.
Wide mouth.
The general physique of a frog that had successfully appealed a tax decision.
It stared at the board.
Then every low-paying symbol disappeared.
Hearts.
Clubs.
Spades.
Diamonds.
All removed.
The Earth Dragon did not rearrange them.
It did not encourage them.
It simply looked at the cheap symbols and cancelled the entire playing-card department.
Only the high-paying creatures remained.
Frogs dropped beside frogs.
A cluster formed.
They exploded.
Blue hatchlings fell into place.
Another win.
The bar filled again.
The spin total reached €4.80.
The Earth Dragon remained above the grid with the satisfied face of a creature that had improved biodiversity by deleting stationery.
That was where the elemental escalation began.
The original spin had been much smaller.
Dragon Hatch had spent most of the session presenting a five-by-five nursery beneath a mountain of gold.
Three baby dragons sat above the collection bar.
The green one looked cheerful.
The blue one looked recently surprised.
The red one appeared to have been born with access to matches.
Behind them, the Dragon Queen watched over the cave.
An egg occupied the title screen with a crack across its shell.
Nobody appeared concerned that the egg was being stored beneath several tons of loose coin.
I had chosen €1.00.
The first few spins produced scattered frogs, dragon eyes and card suits.
Four matching symbols needed to touch.
The creatures repeatedly landed in groups of three.
Three frogs gathered around one heart.
Three red hatchlings appeared with a diamond between them.
Three dragon eyes stared at an empty square where the fourth eye might have been, creating the world’s least useful surveillance system.
Small clusters arrived occasionally.
€0.60.
€1.20.
A Wild egg helped five clubs disappear for €1.00, which was less treasure than I expected from an unborn dragon performing temporary labour.
The collection bar reset with each new paid spin.
The baby dragons above it forgot everything.
Every round began at zero.
The hatchery had no memory, no records and apparently no incident-reporting procedure.
Then came the €1.00 spin.
Six hearts connected near the bottom.
They flashed and exploded.
The collection bar swallowed them.
Six out of ten.
Symbols dropped.
Four diamonds touched along the left side.
They disappeared.
Ten out of ten.
The board went quiet.
That brought the Earth Dragon.
Earth removed the cheap symbols.
The creatures connected.
The bar reached thirty.
That brought Water.
Water added four Wild eggs.
The new clusters reached fifty.
That brought Fire.
Fire arranged blue hatchlings across the grid according to a checkerboard designed by someone who did not understand either clusters or children.
The Wild eggs joined the gaps.
The bar reached seventy.
That brought the Queen.
By the end, one paid spin had required soil clearance, emergency flooding, controlled fire and direct royal intervention.
The collection bar emptied.
The dragons returned to their positions above the reels.
Green smiling.
Blue startled.
Red inflammable.
The Queen withdrew into the cave.
The counter displayed 0/10.
No warning.
No historical record.
No acknowledgment that seventy symbols had just exploded under four separate dragons.
The hatchery had reset the paperwork.
I collected the €37.60 and closed Dragon Hatch before the nursery reopened recruitment for another ten expendable symbols.
Somewhere in the code of Power of Gods Medusa, there’s a scream.