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The stone could impersonate the dog.
That was my first problem.
A rough grey slab covered in flowers landed on reel three between two dog symbols, substituted perfectly, and completed the line as though ancient Irish rock had always contained enough dog to be useful.
The dog itself looked thrilled.
Shaggy face.
Green collar.
Little shamrock medal.
No concern whatsoever that a famous stone had just filled in for one of its relatives.
I kept the stake at €1.25.
The reels sat inside a cheerful green landscape with a little bridge, cottage, shamrocks everywhere and enough leprechauns to make the letters A, K, Q and J feel like foreign visitors.
There was the younger red-bearded one holding up a coin.
An older white-bearded one smoking a pipe.
A red-haired woman carrying her own shamrock.
The dog.
And the Blarney Stone.
The actual stone.
Not a cartoon version with eyes.
Not a talking rock.
A slab.
Flowers on top.
Wild.
That distinction mattered because the Stone was remarkably talented.
Dog?
Yes.
Red-haired woman?
Yes.
Pipe-smoking leprechaun?
Apparently.
Letter Q?
Absolutely.
If three regular paying symbols needed a fourth participant, Ireland’s most famous rock could become whatever the occasion required.
Then the Money symbols started arriving.
Little golden shamrock coins.
Different values.
One appeared on reel two.
Another farther across.
I waited for reel five.
No Collect.
The coins disappeared.
The Stone had not been involved, so I let that go.
A few spins later, two Money symbols arrived again.
This time reel five stopped on the Collector.
Green hat.
Coin.
Proper little leprechaun prepared to gather whatever shamrock money had appeared before him.
The values added.
A modest collection.
Nothing enormous.
But the arrangement was now clear enough.
Money lived on the first four reels.
The Collector had to appear on the fifth.
He stood at the far end of Ireland and waited for the clovers to arrive.
That was a beautifully inefficient way to organise treasure.
A 5x Money coin could land.
A 10x could land next to it.
A 30x could presumably sit there glowing.
None of it mattered until the right small man reached reel five.
The Stone, meanwhile, was also allowed on reel five.
I did not yet appreciate how annoying that would become.
The next several spins belonged mostly to ordinary paylines.
The pipe-smoking leprechaun helped one.
The dog helped another.
A line of K symbols returned something small.
Then the Blarney Stone appeared again and substituted for the red-haired woman.
No hesitation.
One moment: rock.
Next moment, financially speaking: woman.
The Stone had range.
Another spin used it as part of a dog line.
That was when I started assigning it increasingly unreasonable abilities.
The slab had never moved.
Never barked.
Never grown hair.
It merely sat there with BLARNEY STONE written across it and convinced the payline that this was equivalent to a living animal.
Fine.
Magic.
Ireland.
Accepted.
Then three Money symbols appeared.
Reels one, two and four.
Useful values.
Reel five slowed.
Stone.
No Collect.
Nothing.
That changed our relationship.
The magical rock could convincingly impersonate a dog but could not pretend to be a leprechaun carrying a Collect symbol for three seconds.
Apparently there were limits.
Not biological limits.
Those had already been demolished.
Contractual limits of some ancient kind known only to stones.
The Money disappeared.
The Stone remained useful to a little line elsewhere.
That almost made it worse.
It was happy to become a J.
The treasure could drown.
A Scatter appeared on reel two several spins later.
Blue swirling symbol.
Then another on reel three in a different spin.
No feature.
The landscape stayed green.
The dog stayed cheerful.
The Collector continued arriving mostly when there was very little worth collecting.
One appearance found a single small Money value.
He took it.
Of course.
Give the man one shamrock coin and he arrived immediately.
Give him several decent ones and reel five suddenly discovered rocks, letters and elderly leprechauns.
The Blarney Stone appeared often enough to become the most suspicious object in the countryside.
A Wild normally earns trust.
This one had exceptions.
Scatter?
No.
Money?
No.
Collect?
Absolutely not.
It could become almost anything except the three symbols I was actually starting to wait for.
A magical Irish stone with very firm boundaries.
By the twentieth spin, I had seen enough small line wins to keep the balance from doing anything dramatic.
The dog remained one of the more reliable creatures on the reels.
The leprechauns came and went.
One Money symbol would appear alone.
Then Collect would arrive on a spin with none.
They kept missing each other like two parts of a treasure hunt being conducted on different weekends.
Then paid spin twenty-five finally put the Scatters where they belonged.
Reel two.
Reel three.
Reel four.
Three blue swirls sitting across the middle of the countryside.
Eight Free Spins.
The feature started with more Money and more Collect symbols available.
That sounded perfect.
The Stone was also still there.
That sounded less perfect.
First Free Spin.
Ordinary symbols.
A little line returned €1.25.
No Money.
No Collector.
The Stone did not appear.
Everyone behaved.
Second spin.
Money.
One small value.
Then another.
1x.
2x.
Reel five stopped.
Collect.
There he was.
The green-hatted collector arrived at exactly the correct moment and swept both values together.
€3.75.
Good.
This was how Irish treasure was meant to work.
Coins.
Leprechaun.
Collection.
Nobody asked a rock to impersonate anything.
Third Free Spin went blank.
Fourth produced another regular line for €1.25.
The dog was involved.
Again.
At this point the dog had shown more practical understanding of the session than most of the magical objects.
Fifth Free Spin.
Money.
3x.
Another Money.
5x.
Eight times the stake sitting across the reels.
Reel five turned.
Old leprechaun.
Not Collect.
The coins vanished.
He had a pipe.
That was his contribution.
I looked at the positions where the Money had been.
Eight times the bet had just disappeared because the wrong leprechaun turned up.
Ireland had several of them.
Only one apparently knew what a shamrock coin was.
Sixth Free Spin.
One Money symbol.
1x.
Reel five.
Collect.
Naturally.
The collector had impeccable timing for tiny jobs.
€1.25.
Take the single coin.
Leave immediately.
The man had now demonstrated a clear preference for light lifting.
Seventh Free Spin.
Scatter on reel two.
Second Scatter on reel three.
I waited.
Reel four stopped on something ordinary.
No third.
No retrigger.
The two swirls disappeared.
One spin left.
The feature had stayed small enough that the entire session was hovering close to where it began.
That was fine.
One useful Collect could still change the shape of it.
Final Free Spin.
First reel stopped.
Money.
2x.
Second reel.
Normal symbol.
Third.
Money.
3x.
Fourth.
Money.
5x.
There it was.
Ten times the stake spread across three shamrock coins.
The exact sort of final spin that makes reel five suddenly very important.
I watched it slow.
Green.
Stone.
The Blarney Stone.
Of course.
A flower-covered slab sat on reel five.
No Collect.
The three Money symbols remained across the first four reels, fully visible, carrying 2x, 3x and 5x.
The Stone sat opposite them.
Wild.
Capable of substituting for the dog.
Capable of substituting for the woman.
Capable of substituting for either leprechaun if a normal payline required it.
Capable of becoming A, K, Q or J.
But not the Collector.
Not now.
Not with ten times the stake waiting across the countryside.
The feature ended.
I did not give the slot another paid spin.
There was nothing left to clarify.
The Blarney Stone had spent the session demonstrating extraordinary flexibility right up until the exact moment I needed it to wear a green hat and pick up three shamrock coins.
It refused.
That seemed like a perfectly Irish place to stop.
Climb Time Mummy Cash Uncovered doesn’t offer payouts. It offers perspective.