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The alphabet had already been tied up before the shooting started.
Q wore rope.
J wore rope.
K wore rope.
A had rope too.
Every letter on the reels looked as though somebody had caught the English language trying to leave town.
Three matching ranks connected from the left.
More copies followed across the next reels.
Win.
They disappeared.
Then multiplier values landed around the grid.
x2.
x4.
x3.
More of them.
The letters had been removed and ammunition had appeared in unrelated places.
I was on €0.80.
Five reels.
Five rows.
Dusty street.
Wooden buildings.
Revolver symbols.
Cowboy boots.
Hats.
Two different armed roosters.
One with a blue hat and a revolver pointed directly forward.
Another larger bird wearing brown leather and carrying enough confidence to suggest nobody had yet explained poultry farming to him.
Outlaw Rooster had taken the traditional chicken and removed the egg production.
Everything had gone into firearms.
New symbols dropped after the first win.
One x4 happened to sit underneath a blue hat.
The blue hat joined another left-to-right way.
Payment.
The x4 fired with it.
Gone.
Other multipliers stayed pinned to their squares.
The symbols above them changed when the cascade dropped.
The numbers did not.
A x5 remained on one patch of dirt while a boot fell onto it.
No win.
Another cascade failed.
Spin over.
Everything cleared.
The town had confiscated unused ammunition at sundown.
Next spin.
A rooster symbol connected across enough adjacent reels.
The winning birds vanished.
That was already an unusual sentence.
A group of armed chickens had won a gunfight and been removed as a reward.
Fresh multipliers landed according to how many symbols had been involved.
Then the screen marked two complete horizontal rows.
Crossfire.
Numbers hit every position.
x4.
x7.
x3.
x8.
x6.
One of the new values landed on a square that already carried x5.
They combined.
x12.
The row looked less like a slot and more like somebody had fired arithmetic through the saloon wall.
Fresh symbols fell.
A group of boots formed a way.
One of those boots sat directly on the x12.
It fired.
The payment jumped.
The boot disappeared.
The x12 disappeared with it.
A multiplier could survive several falling symbols, but once somebody actually used the square in a win, the gun was spent.
That became the only thing worth tracking.
Not whether x10 existed.
Where x10 existed.
A x9 underneath a rooster that could not connect from reel one was useless.
A x3 under the right boot in the right way could matter.
The whole town was positional ballistics.
A few spins later, another cascade paid.
Then individual positions flashed across the grid.
Ricochet Shots.
Random squares were hit with new multiplier values.
One corner got x8.
Middle square x4.
Another position x10.
Several more.
The rooster on the right side remained outside the reels with his revolver raised.
He did not appear responsible for aiming any of this.
The ricochet seemed to have achieved independence.
Fresh symbols came down.
A winning way formed through the first three reels.
Almost none of the highlighted multiplier positions were involved.
The town had just been shot repeatedly and the bullets had missed the actual gunfight.
The balance continued down.
Around €7 below.
Then €12.
Occasional wins created new multiplier fields.
Some used one value immediately.
Others left several perfectly good numbers sitting under symbols that refused to cooperate.
One x10 survived two cascades under a pistol, then a tied K, then vanished at the end of the spin unused.
It had spent the entire shootout loaded beneath a gun.
That seemed excessive even here.
FS symbols started appearing.
One on reel one.
No others.
Later one on reel five.
Nothing on three.
They could only arrive on the odd-numbered reels, which meant the Bonus invitation itself was organised like a Western duel.
First outlaw.
Middle outlaw.
Last outlaw.
All three had to show.
Near €23 below the starting balance, they finally did.
FS on reel one.
FS on reel three.
FS on reel five.
Guns Blazing.
Ten Free Spins.
The town did not become safer.
First Free Spin.
A way of hats paid.
Winning hats disappeared.
New multipliers were thrown across the grid.
x2.
x3.
x5.
x4.
One x5 landed low on the right.
Fresh symbols dropped.
Another win formed elsewhere.
The x5 was not involved.
Normally that would have been temporary.
Not here.
Next Free Spin began.
The x5 was still sitting on the same square.
New town.
Same loaded gun.
Guns Blazing had given unused multipliers residency.
The first new spin created a small rooster win.
More multipliers appeared.
Then Crossfire Rows hit.
One of the selected rows included the old x5 position.
An x8 landed there.
The square became x13.
Fresh symbols fell.
A high-paying rooster landed directly on top of it.
Good.
The rooster failed to connect left-to-right with enough matching symbols.
The x13 sat underneath an armed bird who had nobody to shoot with.
Next Free Spin.
The symbol changed.
The multiplier remained.
x13.
Another cascade happened elsewhere.
Several values were used.
One x6 fired.
One x4 disappeared inside a boot win.
The x13 watched.
Then Ricochet Shots triggered.
Individual squares lit.
One shot hit the same position.
x7.
The old thirteen absorbed it.
x20.
Twenty times the stake potential now sat underneath one square that had contributed absolutely nothing.
I stopped watching the reels first.
My eyes went directly to that lower-right position.
What was standing on x20?
Tied Q.
Useless.
Fresh spin.
A pistol.
Promising.
No matching way.
The x20 remained loaded.
Elsewhere, a smaller x8 finally joined a winning combination.
Payment.
Gone.
Another multiplier stack reached x11 and fired into a rooster way.
The Bonus total climbed.
The biggest gun in town continued waiting.
A later cascade brought another Outlaw Boost.
Showdown Reels.
One entire reel was selected.
Every position received multiplier fire.
The reel containing my x20 was among them.
x6 hit the square.
x26.
Twenty-six.
The rooster outside the grid held one revolver.
The square now had enough numerical firepower to require a wagon.
A boot landed on it.
No way.
Next spin.
Blue-hatted rooster.
No way.
Next cascade.
A regular x5 placement happened to choose the same coordinate.
The stack became x31.
At €0.80, that one square was now carrying more excitement than the rest of the town combined.
The Bonus still had several spins.
I needed almost nothing from it.
Just one valid way involving whatever occupied x31.
A blue hat landed there.
Matching hats appeared reels one and two.
Nothing useful on the intervening route far enough right.
No fire.
The hat left on the next cascade.
x31 stayed.
Another Free Spin produced a brown outlaw rooster on the square.
The largest-paying chicken had finally stood on the largest multiplier.
Reel one had the same rooster.
Reel two did not.
The entire shootout failed because one chicken had missed the appointment.
The x31 remained.
Elsewhere, multipliers kept behaving normally.
A x14 helped a pistol way and paid.
Gone.
Several x3 and x5 values combined around a Wild.
Useful win.
Gone.
The feature total moved into double digits.
The x31 sat untouched.
The town now had a clear hierarchy.
Small guns fired constantly.
The cannon was decorative.
Two Free Spins remained.
Crossfire hit another row but missed the x31 this time.
A small cascade used x9.
Payment.
One spin left.
The final Free Spin dropped.
Tied letters.
Boots.
Pistols.
Roosters.
The x31 position received a blue-hatted rooster.
Again.
Reel one also had that rooster.
Reel two had one.
Reel three.
Another.
A winning way formed.
For half a second the chicken on x31 looked included.
The actual contributing positions resolved.
The way stopped before reaching his square.
Payment came from the other birds.
They disappeared.
Multipliers involved in that win fired and vanished.
x31 remained.
Fresh symbols dropped.
No second win.
The reels settled.
The Bonus ended.
Around €17 returned from Guns Blazing.
Enough to recover most of the damage.
Not enough to erase all of it.
I finished roughly €6 below where I had started.
Then the grid cleared.
x31 disappeared.
Ten Free Spins.
Crossfire.
Ricochets.
A Showdown.
Repeated rooster occupation.
Thirty-one times the stake sitting under one piece of dirt.
Never fired.
I did not play another spin.
The Wild West had produced the most heavily armed chicken in town.
He missed the shootout.
I heard the bonus music. Seth vs Horus heard my last hope.