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The smallest rat on the reels was carrying a green gemstone almost as large as its torso.
The Rat King beside the grid was sitting on a mountain of gold.
That felt like a complete summary of the monarchy.
The king had treasure.
The lower rats had manual handling.
He sat on coins, bones, skulls and jewellery in a ruined gothic hall, wearing a crown tall enough to require planning permission and holding a staff that looked stolen from a cathedral crypt.
The lesser rats got gemstones.
Blue.
Purple.
Green.
Red.
Every one of them carried the crystal with both paws, because apparently the kingdom had developed blood magic, multiplier sorcery and full-reel royal transformations before inventing pockets.
I kept the stake at €0.70.
The first useful connection came from blue-gem rats.
Three crossed the reels.
Small payment.
The gemstones looked too large for them.
The rats looked too pleased with themselves.
One of them had the expression of a creature that had dragged a sapphire out of a tomb and was now hoping nobody asked for provenance.
Green came next.
Then purple.
The red faction appeared less often.
Each colour looked like its own little sewer religion.
Blue rats clutched sapphires.
Purple rats held crystals like priests of something unpleasant.
Green rats looked like they had found radioactive emeralds beneath the palace.
Red rats carried stones that could reasonably have been removed from somebody’s still-beating heart.
The Rat King had all four colours represented in his kingdom and none of the physical labour.
A normal Wild appeared on reel 4.
Gold W.
x3.
It helped connect a line of green rats.
Useful.
Gone next spin.
Another Wild appeared later with x2.
Purple rats crossed through it.
Another payment.
The crown on the right did not move.
The Rat King simply sat there among his treasure, looking like he had personally invented wealth and was disappointed anybody else had discovered coins.
The balance moved slowly down from €64.90.
Stone letters occupied several spins.
A.
K.
Q.
J.
Ten.
The letters looked absurdly ordinary next to rats carrying supernatural gemstones.
The kingdom had jewel cults.
It also had alphabet tiles.
Nobody had resolved the aesthetic conflict.
A red-gem rat landed beside a normal Wild and a green rat.
No proper connection.
The ruby went nowhere.
The rat disappeared next spin.
That was when the colours started becoming more important than the faces.
Red was no longer “red rat.”
Red was expansion.
Purple was confiscation.
Green was royal contamination.
Blue was forced conversion.
The rats themselves were just little fur-covered delivery systems.
One spin landed two Scatters.
Gone.
Later three.
Still not the variant I wanted.
Then four arrived while the balance sat at €57.20.
Blood Pact.
Ten Free Spins.
The throne room darkened.
The middle cell changed.
Rat King Wild.
He moved into the centre and stayed there.
Not visiting.
Not passing through.
Occupying.
A permanent crowned rodent in the middle of the grid.
He held a purple gem first.
Naturally.
The king with a mountain of gold had chosen the gemstone whose main purpose was taking multiplier strength away from everybody else.
Free Spin one brought a normal Wild with x2.
Purple Rat King stared at it.
The x2 fed into him.
The king got stronger.
The normal Wild still helped the line.
The spin finished at 3x.
€2.10.
From then on, I checked his paws before anything else.
Not the rats.
Not the Wilds.
Not the rows.
His hands.
The whole kingdom had become dependent on what coloured stone the monarch had decided to fondle.
Free Spin two.
Red.
A paying combination existed.
The Rat King expanded.
Straight up the middle reel.
One crowned rat became a vertical royal infestation.
Crown at the top.
Fur.
Gold.
Black robes.
More Rat King below.
The centre reel was no longer a reel.
It was one enormous piece of monarchy.
Two red-gem rats were visible elsewhere.
Each one fed another +1x into him.
Two little ruby courtiers raising the power of a five-story sewer king.
The red-rat line crossed through the expanded middle.
5x.
€3.50.
Then he shrank back into the centre cell.
Same crown.
Same accumulated multiplier.
Same expression.
As though turning into an entire reel had been a normal constitutional procedure.
Free Spin three.
Blue gem.
Two blue-gem rats were visible.
That became their final moment as rats.
Blue touched them.
Both changed into normal Wilds.
One carried x3.
The other x6.
Two courtiers had arrived with sapphires and been transformed into glowing gold letters with multipliers.
There was no ceremony.
No promotion speech.
No tiny rat uniforms collected afterward.
One moment:
rat holding blue gem.
Next moment:
Wild x6.
The monarchy had abolished biology.
The converted Wilds joined a route across the grid.
8x.
€5.60.
I stopped thinking about what the original rats had been worth.
They had been spiritually reassigned.
Free Spin four.
Red gem again.
No proper paying connection.
No expansion.
The Rat King stayed in the centre holding a ruby and looking absolutely furious that the rest of the kingdom had failed to provide him with a valid excuse to become five rats tall.
Zero.
That was better than a filler spin.
A crowned sewer monarch sitting completely motionless with a red gemstone while every subordinate failed him had enough tension already.
Free Spin five.
Green.
This was the gemstone where the kingdom stopped pretending to have normal politics.
The Rat King had multiplier strength stored from earlier.
Two normal Wilds were visible.
Green pushed his current multiplier onto both.
The Wilds grew stronger.
The king had spent previous spins absorbing royal power and now sprayed that power back across his own glowing symbols.
One Wild sat left.
One right.
A rat connection crossed both.
The Wild multipliers joined.
12x.
€8.40.
The Rat King remained in the middle.
Perfectly calm.
He had just taken whatever curse was inside his crown and smeared it over two gold letters.
Free Spin six.
Purple.
Three normal Wilds appeared.
x2.
x4.
x3.
Purple did not negotiate.
Their multipliers were pulled into the Rat King.
One after another.
The king sat there inhaling numbers.
Not coins.
Not gems.
Numbers.
Three Wilds arrived with their own multipliers and left poorer because the monarch had decided the purple crystal meant taxation by sorcery.
A paying route still crossed through part of the Wild mess and the centre.
18x.
€12.60.
The ordinary purple-gem rats elsewhere on the screen kept clutching their crystals with both paws.
They looked less like symbols now and more like junior clergy.
Their king was consuming multiplier strength in public.
Nobody objected.
Free Spin seven.
Blue.
One blue rat appeared.
No useful connection.
No meaningful conversion.
Zero.
The Rat King remained in place.
Multiplier intact.
The court rotated around him.
Blue rats arrived.
Purple rats left.
Green rats passed.
Letters appeared.
Wilds flashed.
The king remembered everything.
That persistence made him feel less like a symbol and more like a fungal infection wearing jewellery.
Free Spin eight.
Red.
Three red-gem rats landed around the grid.
A win existed.
The king expanded again.
Full middle reel.
The crown climbed to the top.
His fur and robes filled every central position.
Three ruby rats held their gems around him.
One.
Two.
Three.
Each pushed another +1x into the giant monarch.
It looked like a coronation designed by vermin.
Smaller rats raised gemstones.
The king became architecture.
Normal Wilds joined the same mess.
A red-rat connection crossed the expanded centre.
Multipliers piled together.
28x.
€19.60.
The whole screen had become a rodent cathedral.
The Rat King formed the nave.
Ruby rats stood around him like tiny cardinals.
Gold Wilds glowed between them.
Coins and skulls sat beneath the throne outside the reels.
No chest opened.
No wheel spun.
No lightning bolt came from the sky.
The rats simply kept handing coloured rocks to their king until he occupied an entire reel and the numbers became unreasonable.
Free Spin nine.
Purple.
Two normal Wilds appeared.
Their multipliers did not stay theirs for long.
Purple pulled the strength into the Rat King again.
The Wilds had arrived armed.
The king confiscated the weapons.
A blue-rat line crossed through the centre.
14x.
€9.80.
By now the Rat King sitting beside the reels looked almost restrained.
That version merely had:
a crown.
a staff.
a treasure mound.
skulls.
chains.
The middle-grid version had become a gem-powered multiplier parasite capable of expanding vertically and stealing numbers from glowing Wilds.
The throne version was basically the family-friendly mascot.
Free Spin ten.
Green.
One normal Wild stood on the grid.
The king’s stored multiplier moved onto it.
The Wild became stronger.
A smaller route connected.
8x.
€5.60.
No red expansion.
No purple robbery.
No blue rat conversion.
Just the king handing some of his accumulated curse to one final Wild and letting the court finish the ritual.
The ten Free Spins closed at 96x.
€67.20.
The balance rose to €124.40.
The centre Rat King disappeared.
The ordinary reels returned.
That removal felt wrong.
For ten spins there had been a crowned rat permanently occupying the middle cell, cycling through gemstone magic and altering every creature around him.
Now the centre contained a Q.
A Q.
The Rat King had been replaced by typography.
I played five more €0.70 spins.
First spin:
green rats.
No proper line.
Second:
stone letters.
Nothing.
Third:
purple-gem rats connected through a normal Wild.
€1.40.
No king to confiscate the multiplier.
The Wild kept it.
That almost seemed illegal.
Fourth spin:
red rat.
Blue rat.
K.
Nothing.
Fifth:
Rat King Scatter.
Only one.
He appeared briefly in his royal portrait and vanished again.
Final balance:
€122.30.
The throne-room king remained on the right.
Crown glowing.
Staff upright.
Coins under his feet.
Bones in the treasure.
Chains in the ruined hall.
The smaller rats still carried gemstones through the reels.
Blue.
Purple.
Green.
Red.
The kingdom had returned to normal.
Which, in Rat Royale, meant the king sat on a pile of gold while four gem cults of smaller rodents waited for another chance to turn him into a five-story multiplier beast.
Santa’s Vault made me feel like a spreadsheet with feelings.