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By spin forty-six, I was rooting for organised poultry to escape custody.
There were two Wild Bird Cages on the reels.
Then the Diamond Cage arrived.
That was the expensive-looking one.
The ordinary cages reacted.
Numbers changed.
The birds inside suddenly carried more multiplier than they had a moment earlier.
Above the rooftop, neon burned against the night.
A train moved past in the distance.
Several gangster birds stared out from the reels as though they had been waiting specifically for this amount of trouble.
This looked excellent.
One cage opened.
The entire reel became Wild.
The second opened too.
More Wild.
The Diamond Cage had done its part.
The birds had escaped.
The rooftop had surrendered two vertical sections to them.
Result:
€4.80.
That was later.
The problem had started much earlier, when Flip the Bird taught me that a locked bird was basically wasted potential.
I began with €120.00.
€0.60 per spin.
The place looked like somebody had given a flock of city birds access to neon, graffiti and a criminal dress code.
Purple bird.
Green bird.
Blue bird.
A very serious eagle.
Letters.
Cages.
The eagle bothered me first.
He looked too respectable.
The others had expressions suggesting they knew which alley contained the stolen seed.
The eagle looked as though he had arrived to ask why nobody had filed a flight plan.
First spin:
nothing.
Second:
€0.60.
A few matching symbols crossed one of the paylines.
Then several misses.
The rooftop filled and emptied.
Birds appeared in combinations that looked threatening right up until the payline ignored them.
One purple bird landed beside another purple bird.
A third sat one reel too far away.
No money.
The gang had assembled.
Nobody had agreed where.
I kept the stake at €0.60.
The first cage appeared early.
Closed.
It sat there looking much more interesting than the bird symbols around it.
Nothing happened.
Gone.
Another cage arrived several spins later.
That one opened.
The bird inside took over the reel.
Wild from top to bottom.
Multiplier attached.
Now we had something.
The surrounding symbols found a couple of routes through it.
€1.20.
Then the multiplier did its work through the winning lines.
Total:
€3.60.
That was enough.
My relationship with cages changed immediately.
A normal bird could land anywhere and fail.
A cage could land, open and convert an entire vertical strip into something useful.
From then on, every closed cage looked unfinished.
Open it.
Let the criminal bird out.
Apparently incarceration was reducing productivity.
The next few spins contained none.
Just gang members.
Purple.
Green.
Blue.
The eagle again.
That eagle still looked like he had wandered into the wrong operation.
A pair of letters connected for €0.60.
Another spin gave me nothing.
By the tenth spin, the balance had moved below €117.
No crisis.
Just enough rooftop tax to keep me looking for another cage.
One arrived.
Did not open.
Useless.
I had become opposed to bird containment in under ten minutes.
Another spin.
A purple gangster lined up across three reels.
€1.20.
The eagle appeared on the end and contributed nothing.
Reasonable.
He still looked like management from another species.
A Crow Respin appeared not long after.
The crow came in with the energy of something that had inspected the result and decided everybody needed to do it again.
The reels went once more.
No large cage event.
Small return.
€0.60.
Crow gone.
That was my first taste of the rooftop refusing to accept the initial outcome.
I approved.
If the gang wanted another attempt without making me press Spin again, excellent.
The balance continued down anyway.
By spin eighteen, the total money coming back was still tiny.
A couple of birds.
One letter line.
That first Wild Cage had done most of the useful work.
Another closed cage landed.
I stared at it.
Open.
Nothing.
The cage disappeared.
The bird had chosen the responsible path.
Terrible.
The next spin brought three different birds across the middle.
Different species.
No line.
It looked like a meeting arranged by colour-blind pigeons.
Spin twenty-one.
Nothing.
Twenty-two.
€0.60.
Twenty-three.
Nothing.
Twenty-four.
Another miss.
Across the first twenty-four spins, I had spent €14.40.
Returns:
€5.40.
Balance:
€111.00.
Nine euros down.
Not enough to leave.
Enough to start regarding every cage as a possible accomplice.
Spin twenty-five.
Another €0.60.
Balance inside the round:
€110.40.
Wild Bird Cage.
It landed on reel three.
Open.
The bird took the entire reel.
Wild.
Multiplier.
Good.
A second paying route found it.
The first amount climbed.
Then came the crow.
Crow Respin.
Again.
The rooftop was not finished.
The reels moved while that whole neon scene seemed to lean toward one more bad decision.
Another cage appeared on the respin.
It opened too.
Now the gang had two useful strips involved across the sequence.
The paylines found more birds through the Wild sections.
The total kept moving.
€4.20.
€6.60.
Then higher as the cage multipliers contributed.
Final amount from the incident:
€12.00.
That was twenty spins worth of stake returned by birds whose main achievement had been escaping their own cages.
Balance:
€122.40.
Two euros and forty cents ahead.
This was the moment where I could have stopped with a tiny win and a perfectly adequate theory.
Cages open.
Birds become Wild.
Crow occasionally refuses the first answer.
Money can happen.
I continued.
The next spin was empty.
Then another.
A green bird line returned €0.60.
The rooftop settled into ordinary criminal activity.
The train kept running in the background.
Graffiti remained on the walls.
Birds continued appearing with expressions far more dangerous than the payouts.
A purple one landed high.
A blue one below.
The eagle returned.
No win.
I had started wanting cages so much that actual birds felt like packaging.
Where is the cage?
Where is the multiplier?
Why are you standing there free already if being free does nothing?
Flip the Bird had created a strange distinction.
Escaped bird:
excellent.
Bird who simply arrived uncaged:
apparently not committed enough.
Another Crow Respin appeared during the middle stretch.
The first result had been almost useful.
Crow arrived.
Reels moved again.
Still almost useful.
Nothing substantial paid.
The crow left.
I blamed nobody.
He had requested the extra attempt.
The gang had ignored him.
Over the next twenty spins, only €3.00 came back.
A little €1.20 bird line.
Then €0.60.
Another €1.20 later.
Everything else disappeared into the city.
€12.00 went out in stakes.
Balance fell from €122.40 to:
€113.40.
Still below the starting €120.
Still completely recoverable.
And now I had seen enough cages to know there was another version.
Diamond.
The special cage.
The one that could make the other Wild Cages stronger.
That became the thing I wanted.
Not a particular bird.
Not even a Crow Respin.
I wanted a Diamond Cage to arrive when ordinary cages were already present.
If one cage could take over a reel, and the Diamond one could make those cages more valuable, then the correct rooftop disaster seemed obvious.
Multiple cages.
Diamond.
Doors open.
Birds everywhere.
That was the scene.
Spin forty-six.
€0.60.
Balance:
€112.80.
Two ordinary Wild Bird Cages landed.
Already good.
Then the Diamond Cage appeared.
There.
Exactly.
The numbers on the other cages strengthened.
This was the best-looking cage setup of the entire session.
The purple gangster bird nearby looked pleased.
The eagle looked concerned, which for once seemed appropriate.
One cage opened.
Full-reel Wild.
Another opened.
A second vertical takeover.
The screen suddenly contained enough escaped criminal birds to justify the title.
This was Max Chaos.
Or at least the beginning of it.
Payline.
Small amount.
Another line.
More.
The boosted cage values were attached to the Wild reels.
I waited for the money to catch up with the visual.
€2.40.
Then:
€4.80.
Stopped.
That was it.
Diamond Cage.
Two Wild Cage openings.
Boosted values.
Escaped birds filling reels.
Four euros and eighty cents.
The gang had staged the largest jailbreak of the night and apparently stolen enough to order pizza.
Balance:
€117.60.
I sat with that for exactly one spin’s worth of patience.
The next round cost €0.60.
Nothing.
Again.
A purple bird line nearly formed.
No.
Again.
The eagle paid €1.20 with some matching company.
Finally.
The respectable bird had participated in crime.
That was progress.
I kept going because €117.60 was close enough to €120 to make the loss feel temporary.
The rooftop disagreed.
Blank.
Blank.
€0.60 back.
Another miss.
A Wild Cage landed.
Closed.
Gone.
That one hurt more now.
I had already seen what a Diamond Cage could do to multiple Wild Cages.
A normal cage refusing to open felt deeply unambitious.
Crow Respin appeared once more.
Reels again.
Nothing useful.
The crow had now become the gang member who kept shouting for one more attempt after everybody else had clearly run out of ideas.
Another respin would have suited the session perfectly.
It did not come.
I continued at €0.60.
No stake increase.
There was no reason to give these birds more money.
They already had neon.
They had cages.
They had diamonds.
They had multipliers.
They had a crow capable of restarting the scene.
At some point they had to supply the robbery themselves.
The balance slipped through €114.
A small bird line brought €1.20.
Then three misses erased more.
€112.80.
The eagle appeared again.
Nothing.
Purple bird.
Nothing.
A cage.
Closed.
Nothing.
I began to suspect the cages were more dangerous while shut simply because I kept paying to see whether they would open.
A final small €1.20 came near the end.
That completed €4.20 returned across the last twenty-four spins.
Cost:
€14.40.
Final balance:
€107.40.
I stopped.
Started:
€120.00.
Finished:
€107.40.
Loss:
€12.60.
The first really useful Wild Cage sequence had paid €12.00.
That one had opened, turned reels Wild and even attracted the crow for another attempt.
The later setup looked much stronger.
Two cages.
Diamond Cage.
Boosted values.
Full-reel Wild birds.
€4.80.
That was Flip the Bird.
The locked birds looked dangerous.
The escaped birds looked better.
The Diamond Cage made everybody more threatening.
The crow kept demanding another try.
And the eagle spent the whole night looking as though he would rather not be associated with any of it.
I left the rooftop at €107.40.
The train was still moving behind the reels.
The neon was still on.
The cages could stay.
If the crow wanted another respin, he could press it himself.
Lara Croft Tomb of the Sun responds to confidence with cold silence.