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The cherries had been polished beyond anything cherries had earned.
They sat on the reels in pairs, bright red, perfectly rounded and glossy enough to make the orange beside them look underdressed.
The watermelon still had its green stripes.
The grapes remained purple.
The plum had made no effort whatsoever.
Only the cherries seemed aware that somebody had covered the cabinet in gold.
I started with €58.70 at €0.50 a spin.
Five reels.
Three rows.
Ten lines.
Fruit, stars, red sevens and that huge Wild Cash Gold logo appearing often enough to remind everything else that this was no longer an ordinary fruit machine.
The first few spins behaved exactly like one anyway.
Cherries.
Orange.
Watermelon.
A star on the wrong reel.
A red seven arriving without enough relatives.
A small line paid €1.50.
Then another returned €2.00.
The old fruit symbols did not care that the logo above them had been upgraded with gold lettering, neon and a dollar sign.
They had survived several generations of slot machines already.
A plum was not changing personality now.
The first Wild Cash Gold symbol landed on reel 1.
Nothing joined it.
A few spins later another appeared in the middle.
Still alone.
The logo was enormous compared with the fruit.
It occupied its position like somebody had pasted the title of the slot directly over the reels and decided that counted as a symbol.
Another spin put one on reel 5.
Again, no company.
The three had now appeared individually across the correct territory without once agreeing to arrive together.
I kept the stake at €0.50.
No Chance x2.
No feature purchase.
The fruit could manage this naturally.
A row of oranges paid.
The cherries finally connected across enough reels to produce something useful.
They still looked excessively polished.
The balance moved slowly rather than dramatically.
That suited the screen.
Nothing here needed to sprint.
The red seven landed twice in promising positions and failed to complete.
The star did slightly better.
Watermelon appeared everywhere for several spins and contributed less money than its physical size suggested.
Another Wild Cash Gold symbol arrived in the middle reel.
Then disappeared.
The logo was beginning to feel less like a rare event and more like an expensive relative who kept visiting alone.
Thirty-four spins had taken the balance to €52.10.
The fruit had not done anything offensive.
It had simply eaten €6.60 with small bites.
The next stretch was meaner.
A few cherries.
A star line.
One useful orange combination.
Then a long run where red sevens appeared close enough to look important without actually becoming important.
Two Bonus symbols landed together once.
Reels 1 and 5.
The centre stayed full of grapes.
That was probably the most insulting possible replacement.
The entire feature waited behind one missing gold logo and the middle reel offered fruit salad.
I left the stake alone.
Another nine spins.
A small watermelon return.
Blank.
Cherries.
Blank.
One Wild Cash Gold symbol.
Nothing.
By the time €47.40 remained, the logo had appeared often enough to become the only non-fruit object I really cared about.
Then all three arrived.
One left.
One centre.
One right.
The fruit around them still managed a €1.00 line underneath.
The three logos expanded across the screen.
Standard Bonus.
The fruit vanished from importance immediately.
A selector moved around the track.
Numbers.
Gold.
Exit.
The middle reel waited for whatever the track decided to feed it.
First stop.
Number.
The central multiplier became x6.
Fine.
Six was not treasure.
Six was enough to prove the reel worked.
The selector started again.
It ran past Exit.
Past Gold.
Past more numbers.
Stopped.
The centre climbed to x18.
Better.
Now the gold cabinet finally had a number worthy of all that shine.
One Standard respin remained.
The selector moved.
I stopped watching the track as a whole.
Gold was all that mattered.
The pointer passed it once.
Continued.
Came around again.
Stopped.
Gold.
The entire feature changed.
The lettering grew brighter.
The surrounding trim picked up more gold.
Standard had been promoted out of the room.
Two respins at the Gold level.
The central reel still held the multiplier.
The selector started again.
Numbers around the track were larger now.
Exit remained among them.
That word had suddenly become ugly.
First Gold stop.
The number in the centre moved to x42.
That was the first one that made the fruit outside the feature feel distant.
Forty-two times €0.50 was already €21.00.
The cherries could polish themselves for a week and not manage that efficiently.
One Gold respin remained.
The selector moved again.
Gold trim flashed around it.
The pointer passed a low number.
Kept moving.
Passed Exit.
Kept moving.
Stopped on another number.
The middle changed.
x96.
That sat there beautifully.
Not x25,000.
Not even close.
It did not need to be.
Ninety-six times the stake had turned a half-euro session into something completely different.
The centre of the screen now contained the only number I wanted preserved.
The selector moved again.
At that point every number smaller than 96 looked intrusive.
Gold could improve things.
Extreme would obviously improve things.
Exit could preserve them.
Everything else had to justify touching the centre.
The pointer travelled around the track.
Numbers passed.
Gold passed.
Then Exit.
Stopped.
Exit.
Good.
The multiplier stayed x96.
No extra flourish was required.
No attempt to squeeze one more number into it.
The feature took the value already sitting in the middle and applied it.
€48.00.
The entire gold cabinet flashed around a payout built from one half-euro stake.
That was enough.
Wild Cash Gold had spent most of the session appearing one logo at a time, then finally assembled all three and turned the centre reel into the most valuable object on the screen.
The balance jumped to €95.90.
The fruit returned.
That transition was almost rude.
One moment the middle reel held x96 beneath a gold selector.
The next it contained grapes.
Ordinary purple grapes.
No glow.
No track.
No authority.
The cherries came back just as polished as before.
The red seven returned with the same confidence.
None of them had changed.
I kept spinning at €0.50.
A second feature was not required.
The first few base spins after the Bonus produced almost nothing.
Then a star line returned €2.50.
A pair of Wild Cash Gold symbols appeared later without the third.
They looked different now.
Before the Bonus, two logos had represented something missing.
After x96, they looked like leftovers.
The fruit kept moving.
Watermelon.
Orange.
Plum.
Cherries.
A red seven on reel 4.
Another small win.
The balance drifted down from the feature peak without threatening the result.
One spin stacked oranges across three reels and returned €1.50.
Another put several cherries together for €1.10.
The cherries remained absurdly glossy for something contributing that amount.
A Wild Cash Gold symbol landed in the centre again.
No partners.
The giant dollar sign sat among grapes and watermelon with nowhere to go.
That was fine.
It had already done enough.
I played twenty-four spins after the Bonus.
No second trigger.
No temptation to open the Buy Features menu.
No need to turn on Chance x2.
The natural feature had already walked through Standard, found Gold and left with x96 intact.
The final few spins became properly old-fashioned again.
Fruit.
Seven.
Star.
Blank.
A small orange line.
Then one last pair of cherries landed across the first two reels.
They needed more.
Nothing arrived.
They sat there shining under the gold frame with all the confidence they had shown at the beginning.
€90.00 remained.
The logo had taken the gold.
The cherries still had the polish.
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