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The cat had stretched through four floors of the alley, passed through an 8x WILD on the way down and turned three red dice into €28.
The mouse on the right was wearing dollar-sign glasses.
He did nothing.
This seemed important.
The cat had started as a head near the top of reel two.
White face.
Pink nose.
Tongue out.
Eyes already suggesting that normal feline judgement had left several hours earlier.
Then the symbols stopped.
The cat expanded downward.
Its neck became a long pink-and-black column.
One row.
Another.
Another.
It passed straight through the WILD beneath it.
8x appeared across the expanded animal.
Three red dice were connected through the result.
The win counter began moving.
€3.50.
Then the multiplier arrived.
€28.
The cat now occupied most of a reel.
The mouse remained beside the screen in his red cap and yellow dollar-sign glasses, holding whatever small object he had brought into this alley and displaying absolutely no surprise.
I had started with €220.
The stake was €1.
For the first part of LIT City, none of this had happened.
The place had simply looked hostile to clean walls.
Red paint everywhere.
Yellow graffiti.
Concrete.
A crooked sign spelling LIT CITY like somebody had assembled it from whatever lettering survived the previous night.
The five-by-five reels sat in the middle.
Around them were bananas, dice, dead-eyed smiley faces, card ranks, bottles, hearts, 8-balls and enough street-art colour to make the black symbols look like they had been drawn directly onto the screen with marker pen.
The cat stood on the left.
The mouse stood on the right.
This was allegedly cat and mouse.
The cat was about four times the mouse’s size.
The mouse wore dollar-sign glasses.
Nobody appeared interested in the usual rules of pursuit.
The first spins were small.
Dice brought €2.
A banana combination paid €1.60.
Several Js connected for almost nothing.
Then nothing.
Another blank.
A red smiley with Xs for eyes appeared three times and somehow became one of the calmer objects in the neighbourhood.
My balance drifted down.
€216.
€213.40.
A small hit.
Then more empty spins.
€209.80.
€208.80.
€207.80.
Then the cat became infrastructure.
That €28 changed the balance to €234.80.
One spin had taken a Wild Cat, stretched it through several rows, driven it through a WILD and attached 8x to the entire animal.
This was more effective than chasing the mouse.
The mouse had not moved.
I stayed on €1.
A few spins later, another Wild Cat landed high on reel four.
The symbols around it included bananas and a pair of red smileys.
The cat expanded downward.
No WILD this time.
No multiplier.
Just cat.
Long cat.
A full vertical section of feline torso.
The combination paid €4.20.
The exact same animal that had previously become an 8x financial column was now worth four euros and twenty cents.
It still received the full stretch.
Apparently the cat did not adjust its body length according to the seriousness of the occasion.
A €28 result:
four rows of cat.
A €4.20 result:
also four rows of cat.
The mouse continued wearing the money glasses.
Several spins passed.
Dice.
Bananas.
A.
Q.
The heart with the 8-ball.
No cat.
Then two Free Spins symbols appeared together.
One on reel one.
One farther across.
I watched the remaining reels stop.
Nothing.
No third.
They disappeared.
That was the first time the proper bonus had come close.
It would not be the last.
It also would not happen.
The next meaningful event was smaller.
A Wild Cat landed low enough that its expansion only covered a couple of positions.
It connected into a line of card ranks.
€3.
Perfectly normal.
Except the Wild was a grinning cat whose body had just elongated through the bottom of the reel while a mouse in a beret watched through dollar signs.
Normal had become relative.
My balance hovered around €228.
Then came the spin that made the bonus completely irrelevant for a while.
Wild Cat on reel two.
Another on reel four.
Both were positioned high.
The symbols stopped.
The first cat expanded downward.
It passed through a WILD.
6x.
The second cat followed.
Down.
Through another WILD.
9x.
Two vertical cats now occupied separate reels.
Both had multipliers.
Between them were dice.
A red smiley.
A rank symbol.
The winning combination crossed through both expanded animals.
The multipliers were not multiplied together.
That would have been too orderly.
They added.
6x plus 9x.
15x.
The underlying win was only €1.20.
That no longer mattered.
The two cats had stretched across separate parts of the alley, collected fifteen times the normal value between them and turned it into €18.
The mouse looked delighted.
Of course he did.
His glasses literally displayed money.
That spin took the session into its high point.
I was now well above where I had started.
Still no Free Spins.
Still no Ro$$ Bonus.
Still no Maxx Bonus.
The base had simply become a vertical-cat economy.
I kept playing.
A banana line brought €2.40.
Two dead spins.
Dice returned €3.
Another Wild Cat landed, expanded and managed €2.
One euro had been spent.
The city had deployed an entire telescopic cat to create one euro of profit.
There was no visual threshold below which the animal refused to participate.
If three bananas needed help, the cat was available.
If the result needed an 8x multiplier, also available.
If the reels required four rows of white face, pink neck and complete anatomical disrespect, that appeared to be the standard service.
Another pair of Free Spins symbols landed.
Again, no third.
This time they sat on reels one and five.
Everything in between was bananas, dice and one X-eyed smiley.
The smiley looked dead.
I understood.
The scatters vanished.
No bonus.
The session carried on.
A Wild Cat appeared on reel three and expanded through a 3x WILD.
The line underneath was weak.
€1.80 before the multiplier.
€5.40 afterward.
Useful.
Not dramatic.
The cat still became a building.
That was the shape of the next part of the session.
Ordinary spin.
Ordinary spin.
Suddenly:
cat architecture.
Then bananas again.
The balance gradually came back down from the high.
€239.
€235.
A red-dice hit pushed it up.
Then several blanks.
The cat on the left of the reels continued standing in his purple shirt with one paw hanging by his side, seemingly unconcerned that alternative versions of himself were being stretched vertically through the game.
The mouse on the right remained equally relaxed.
This was supposed to be a chase.
Nobody was chasing anything.
The cat had found a much better occupation.
He was becoming paylines.
At around €231, another two-Scatter tease arrived.
No third.
That made three separate occasions where the bonus had shown enough of itself to be noticed and not enough to exist.
I could have used the BUY BONUS button.
It was sitting in the corner.
I left it there.
By then, the session already had a structure.
I did not need to purchase ten Free Spins to improve a story in which a cat had already become 8x public infrastructure.
The next dozen or so spins were mixed.
€1.40.
Nothing.
€2.
Nothing.
A line of hearts and the 8-ball symbol produced a slightly better result.
A Wild Cat stretched through a useless area and did not expand because it would not create a winning combination.
That mattered.
The cat was ridiculous.
It was not indiscriminate.
It only turned itself into a vertical object when doing so would actually join a win.
There was method inside the nonsense.
The mouse probably knew this.
The mouse had money glasses.
At €226.80, another cat event arrived.
This one expanded through no multiplier.
Three red smileys connected through it.
€3.20.
The smileys had Xs for eyes.
The cat had its tongue out.
The mouse wore dollar signs over both pupils.
This was the healthiest-looking financial district on the screen.
A few more spins followed.
No Free Spins.
No three scatters.
No four.
No Ro$$.
No Maxx.
The balance reached €224.60.
I gave it one more spin.
€1 left.
The reels stopped.
Banana.
Dice.
J.
Wild Cat.
Q.
The cat sat high enough to matter.
It expanded downward.
No multiplier.
One modest combination completed through it.
€1.
Exactly the stake.
The balance stayed at €224.60.
The Wild Cat remained stretched across the reel for the result.
The mouse stood beside it in dollar-sign glasses.
After an entire session of 8x cats, added multipliers, disappearing bonus teases and feline bodies being used as vertical substitutes for anything the paylines happened to need, the final cat had achieved something almost dignified.
It stretched four rows to put my euro back.
Your next questionable destination is Cash Maximus: Battle Arena.