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A lemon boarded before the money.
Royal locomotive above the reels.
Gold piled around its wheels.
Coins everywhere.
First spin:
lemon.
The Royal Express had apparently opened passenger service to citrus.
I started with €64.30.
Stake:
€0.50.
The game itself was tiny.
Three reels.
Three rows.
Five lines.
Under the locomotive sat fruit, a bell, a diamond and the Ticket Wild.
The train above looked as though it had just robbed a mint.
The reels below gave me two plums.
No win.
Second spin brought grapes, an orange and a lemon arranged with the confidence of symbols that knew none of them were going anywhere together.
Then a coin landed on the left reel.
Now we had transport.
The middle reel did not produce a Collector.
The right reel produced watermelon.
The coin vanished.
Apparently Royal Rail Coins had strict routing.
Money could travel on the outside.
The person responsible for collecting it lived in the middle.
Neither side was willing to cross the tracks.
A few spins later the Collector arrived.
Middle reel.
Perfect.
No coin on either side.
He stood there between a bell and a plum with absolutely nothing to collect.
That established the rhythm.
Coin.
No Collector.
Collector.
No coin.
Two symbols performing railway operations in different time zones.
A line of fruit finally returned €1.
Then a Ticket Wild helped a smaller line for €0.60.
The Wild looked much more appropriate than the lemon.
At least it had documentation.
Another coin appeared on the third reel.
Collector in the middle.
Good.
Nothing on reel one.
The Collector grabbed what was available and the little coin payment went through.
Better.
But the indicators beneath the reels had started making the real objective obvious.
I needed the whole railway.
Coin on the left.
Collector in the middle.
Coin on the right.
Three pieces.
One absurdly precise departure requirement.
I stopped caring about the fruit almost immediately.
Watermelon could pay.
Fine.
Diamond could arrive.
Lovely.
I wanted railway alignment.
Another spin put a coin on reel one.
Collector in the middle.
The third reel delivered grapes.
I began taking that personally.
Grapes had no business standing on the platform where my second coin should have been.
Next spin:
right-side coin.
No Collector.
Then:
Collector.
No outer coins.
The locomotive sat above everything surrounded by enough gold to solve this problem manually.
It declined.
A diamond line helped with €1.50.
Later, another small fruit result added €1.
The Ticket Wild got involved once more for another €1.
Across eighteen spins, €9 had gone through.
€4.10 came back.
Balance:
€59.40.
Not disastrous.
Mostly fruit fare.
I pressed again.
€0.50.
Coin on the first reel.
Collector in the middle.
Coin on the third.
There.
The railway finally achieved basic alignment.
The bonus opened.
Balance entering it:
€58.90.
The two triggering coins carried across.
The Collector came with them.
The fruit disappeared.
Now the train could stop pretending this was about lemons.
The bonus started with the familiar small field and that single Collector occupying the middle.
Three respins.
The Collector swept the triggering coins.
The progress bar above moved.
Two coins already counted.
I wanted five.
A fresh coin landed on the right.
The Collector took it.
Progress:
three.
Counter reset.
Another coin arrived on the left.
Collected.
Four.
The bar crept closer to its first marker.
The locomotive above the reels looked considerably more enthusiastic now that actual railway business had begun.
Next respin:
nothing.
Again.
A coin dropped onto the outer reel.
The Collector grabbed it.
Fifth coin.
Milestone.
The middle reel physically expanded.
That was the point where the fruit machine stopped being architecturally trustworthy.
A new position opened in the centre.
Another Collector arrived.
I now had two Collectors stacked vertically inside a game that had started with only three rows.
The Royal Express had responded to collecting five coins by hiring another conductor and extending the building around him.
No additional train.
More Collector.
Next coin landed.
Both Collectors attacked it.
The same piece of money had gone from being difficult to collect in the base game to being intercepted by an entire railway staff.
The win counter moved faster.
Another outer coin.
Sweep.
Progress bar moved again.
The extra Collector had made every arrival more interesting.
There were now two identical men living vertically in the middle reel while coins continued obeying their rule about only appearing outside.
The architecture had become a sandwich.
Money.
Collectors.
Money.
A quiet respin passed.
Then another coin landed.
Collected.
Another.
Collected.
The progress marker approached ten.
The feature had already paid enough small sweeps to make the balance direction obvious, but I was watching the bar instead.
Ten arrived.
Second milestone.
The middle reel grew again.
Another position opened.
Third Collector.
At this point the centre of Royal Rail Coins looked less like a reel and more like the train had parked its entire collection department vertically between two coin tracks.
Three Collectors.
One above another.
The original 3×3 game was gone.
The outer reels still knew what height they were supposed to be.
The middle had started constructing additional railway during operating hours.
A €1 coin arrived.
Three Collectors swept it.
€3 from one little coin.
That changed the atmosphere immediately.
The next coin was smaller.
Still collected repeatedly.
Another respin reset.
The train above the reels accelerated as the bar filled.
Coins flew upward into the progress meter after being collected.
That was my favourite part.
They had already been caught.
Already paid.
And then the same coins apparently still had enough railway obligations left to launch themselves toward the bar and help build another piece of reel.
This train did not waste passengers.
Coin lands.
Collectors take it.
Coin pays.
Coin gets fired upward.
Railway gets larger.
Hire somebody else.
A Minor jackpot coin appeared on an outer reel during one spin.
For a second that changed everything.
The Collectors were ready.
But the sequence did not give me the clean catch I wanted before the spin moved on.
The jackpot coin disappeared with the sort of efficiency normally reserved for trains leaving exactly as you reach the platform.
Fine.
The ordinary coins continued.
Another landed.
Three Collectors swept it.
Progress:
thirteen.
A quiet respin.
Then coin fourteen.
Collected.
The next reset gave me the fifteenth.
Third milestone.
The middle reel expanded for the final time.
Fourth Collector.
I now had four Collectors stacked through the centre.
The game had begun with one man and nine positions.
It had responded to success by vertically cloning railway staff.
The locomotive was still only one locomotive.
Nobody had thought to expand that.
Four Collectors waited.
A coin landed on the right.
All four reached it.
That coin had made a serious routing error.
The win climbed.
Another small coin arrived before the respins finally ran out.
Four more sweeps.
Then silence.
The counters expired.
Feature total:
€29.
Balance:
€87.90.
I had entered the bonus with €58.90.
The Royal Express had returned thirty-eight spins’ worth of my €0.50 stake in one feature and still had enough spare staff to operate a medium-sized station.
Then the base game came back.
Three by three.
The centre reel shrank.
All the extra Collectors vanished.
One moment I had four of them stacked vertically grabbing anything that entered the outer lanes.
Next moment:
lemon.
Plum.
Orange.
The railway had been dismantled between spins.
I pressed again.
Nothing.
Another.
A small fruit line returned €0.50.
The locomotive remained above the grid as if it had not just constructed and removed several pieces of track in front of me.
A coin landed on the left.
No Collector.
We were back.
The staffing crisis had been solved by firing everyone.
Another spin produced a Collector in the middle.
No coins.
Perfect.
The old timetable had resumed immediately.
Coin.
No man.
Man.
No coin.
A diamond helped return €1 later.
The Ticket Wild contributed another €0.70 across a small line.
That was most of the good news.
Fourteen spins cost €7.
Only €2.20 returned.
Balance:
€83.10.
Started:
€64.30.
Finished:
€83.10.
€18.80 ahead.
I stopped.
The reels settled with a lemon on the left, a plum in the middle and grapes on the right.
No coin.
No Collector.
No expanding reel.
The locomotive still sat above them on its mound of gold.
During the bonus, Royal Rail Coins had stretched the centre of a 3×3 slot upward and filled it with four people whose only job was grabbing coins.
Now it was back to one tiny fruit grid.
The lemon had the platform again.
I left before the train hired anyone else.
Haunted Coins x1000 should come with a support group.