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The forge first caught fire because eight purple hearts landed on the correct floor tiles.
No iron.
No helmets.
No hammers.
Love entered the workshop and activated two furnaces.
The hearts connected across the middle of the grid, with one sitting over a dark socket in the second column and another covering the matching position near the fifth.
They burst.
Both squares lit orange.
Fresh symbols dropped through the sparks.
Eight hammers formed next.
One landed directly on an active socket.
The floor kicked up fire.
x2 entered beneath the grid.
The hammers exploded.
Gold helmets fell into the gaps and gathered across both hot positions.
Another win.
Both sockets answered.
Two more bursts of x2 joined the first.
x6.
The helmets disappeared inside a shower of embers.
The forge had started with romance, moved into blunt instruments and finished by multiplying military headwear.
The clusters had gathered €3.20.
Heat ran through the frame.
€19.20 arrived.
The red-bearded smith raised his hammer behind the reels with the satisfied expression of a man who had just converted emotion into protective equipment.
That was Forge of Wealth.
I had selected €0.80.
The grid stood above an anvil surrounded by chains, brick, smoke and a furnace hot enough to illuminate the smith’s beard from below. He occupied most of the background, shoulders wide, hammer lifted, arms wrapped in metal bracers.
His beard had several braids.
His eyebrows looked forged separately.
Nothing about him suggested that purple hearts would be accepted as fuel, but the workshop had already established broader standards.
The symbols included gold helmets, crossed swords laid over round shields, steel bars, the smith’s own portrait and dark card suits carved into metal plates.
Thirty positions filled the forge.
Four of them mattered more than the rest.
Two sockets sat in the second column.
Two more waited in the fifth.
Cold, they were ordinary iron squares.
A winning symbol had to strike one before it woke.
After that, another winning symbol landing over the heated position collected x2.
The forge did not reward merely finding the plate.
It wanted the same part of the floor involved in repeated destruction.
I began watching the four sockets rather than the whole grid.
Eight clubs connected on the left.
They exploded nowhere near the plates.
The win paid and vanished.
The forge had accepted a pile of clubs as valid metalwork, then thrown them away before any heat could reach the floor.
A group of steel bars landed across one lower socket and activated it.
New symbols fell.
Seven helmets gathered above the active square.
Seven.
The required eighth helmet occupied the far corner, close enough to shine in the same furnace light and too far away to participate in the armour order.
The socket remained hot under nothing useful.
The spin ended.
At the start of the next one, it had cooled completely.
Base-game fire possessed no loyalty.
The smith would heat a floor plate, fail to hit it again and rebuild the workshop before the next hammer drop.
Another spin activated both sockets in the fifth column with a cluster of shields.
The shields burst.
Hearts fell through the gaps.
One hot position received a heart.
The other got a helmet.
Neither symbol formed a winning cluster.
Two heated forge plates sat under one emotion and one piece of armour while the rest of the grid filled with clubs.
The smith held the hammer above the anvil and allowed the entire arrangement to cool.
Smaller sequences kept the workshop moving.
Hammers paid.
Helmets connected.
The smith’s own portraits gathered in groups of eight and exploded, briefly filling the forge with several copies of the same enormous red beard.
One portrait landed over a multiplier socket and activated it.
The next cascade brought eight more smiths, but none touched the hot square.
The workshop had duplicated the blacksmith across most of the grid and still failed to place one version of him at his own furnace.
The Scatters were stone furnace doors with fire glowing through the centre.
One appeared near the bottom.
The door remained shut.
Two later landed together while the third position filled with a crossed sword and shield.
The forge had assembled two entrances to fifteen Free Spins and blocked the remaining one with weaponry.
Another tease brought a Scatter on the left and another on the right.
The middle filled with steel bars.
The smith had enough metal to build the missing door and chose not to.
The longer stretch became a procession of almost-heated workshops.
One socket activated.
No second win.
Three sockets activated through a large helmet cluster.
The cascade produced hearts everywhere except the hot cells.
A pair of hammers sat directly above two cold sockets while winning clubs lit a third.
The forge repeatedly arranged the correct tools near the correct machinery with no interest in combining them during the same round.
I enjoyed it more than I should have.
Every failed sequence left the smith behind the grid holding a hammer large enough to flatten the whole argument.
He never used it.
The symbols performed all forging through self-destruction while he posed beside the anvil.
The natural trigger came after sixty-odd paid spins.
Eight gold helmets connected near the bottom and exploded.
One Scatter furnace door fell into the centre.
Another stopped on the far left.
The third landed low on the fifth column.
A fourth appeared beside it.
Four doors lit at once.
Fifteen Free Spins arrived for the first three.
The extra Scatter added two more.
Seventeen spins entered the furnace.
The smith struck the anvil.
Fire rolled under the grid.
The four multiplier sockets appeared darker and deeper, ready to hold heat between useful Free Spins.
The first winning round connected shields over two cold plates.
They ignited.
Hammers dropped into the openings.
Only one active socket participated in the new cluster.
It released x2.
The raw win was €1.60.
The furnace turned it into €3.20.
Then the x2 stayed.
A dead Free Spin followed.
The grid filled with seven hearts, six helmets and several steel bars.
Nothing connected.
The multiplier remained glowing beneath the reels.
The forge had banked its fire under the ash.
On the next winning spin, gold helmets activated three sockets.
They vanished.
Crossed swords fell and formed a cluster through two of the hot positions.
Each delivered x2.
The existing x2 absorbed another x4 and became x6.
The spin’s €2.40 rose to €14.40.
The x6 remained in the furnace.
Two more Free Spins passed.
One produced no win.
The other filled the grid with hearts that connected everywhere except the multiplier sockets.
The forge now contained accumulated heat and refused to use it on romance a second time.
A later hammer cluster lit three sockets.
Steel bars cascaded across all three.
The forge collected x6.
The retained x6 doubled itself into x12.
A modest €1.60 of raw metal became €19.20.
The smith’s portrait appeared during the cascade, beard glowing orange, looking as though he had personally decided that one ingot should now weigh twelve ingots.
The x12 stayed.
It survived another empty spin.
Then the whole workshop lost restraint.
Eight purple hearts connected across the grid.
Four of them occupied all four cold multiplier sockets.
Every plate ignited at once.
The hearts exploded.
Gold helmets dropped into the furnace.
They formed a large cluster stretching through all four active positions.
Each socket released x2.
Another x8 entered the stored heat.
x20.
The helmets burst.
Crossed swords and shields fell next.
They connected through two of the still-active sockets.
Another x4.
x24.
The forge had reached its hottest point by burning romance, collecting headwear and then laying weapons across the finished armour.
Fresh symbols fell.
The smith’s portraits connected along the lower half.
Several red beards disappeared in fire.
The raw chain reached €6.40.
The stored multiplier struck it.
€153.60.
The anvil flashed white.
Sparks crossed the whole screen.
The blacksmith swung his hammer into the glowing metal while the symbols above him continued to explode without needing physical assistance.
He had spent most of the session supervising hearts.
Now he accepted full credit for forging six euros and forty cents into more than one hundred and fifty.
The x24 remained beneath the next Free Spin.
No win arrived.
Helmets landed in groups of seven.
One heart sat on every multiplier plate, but they belonged to four separate clusters and refused to ignite anything.
The furnace held x24 while the workshop arranged perfect decorative symmetry around no payment.
Three Free Spins later, one final useful strike arrived.
Steel bars connected through two cold sockets and activated them.
The bars burst.
Hammers dropped into the same positions.
Eight connected.
Both hot plates answered with x2.
The stored multiplier moved from x24 to x28.
The raw win reached €2.40.
The forge returned €67.20.
The hammers exploded.
New symbols fell.
Nothing else joined.
The x28 remained lit beneath the final few Free Spins, enormous and ready.
One spin produced seven shields.
Another brought two Scatters and no third.
The last filled all four multiplier sockets with symbols that did not win.
A helmet on one.
A heart on another.
A steel bar low on the left.
The smith’s own face on the final plate.
Every ingredient of the forge stood on the correct machinery.
None belonged to a cluster of eight.
The x28 waited below them until the feature ended.
The total reached €257.60.
Fire climbed behind the amount.
The smith struck the anvil again.
Helmets, swords and glowing bars flashed around him while the forge celebrated a result built largely from hearts landing on floor sockets and hammers arriving afterward.
I stopped on the feature screen.
The four multiplier plates went dark.
The smith lifted his hammer above the anvil once more.
I gave him no more iron.
The autoplay in Plushie Wins develops its own personality after 100 spins.