At a birthday party this afternoon, Exile #3 spent a good deal of the time stomping on spiders. Not that the place was infested you understand - these were serious suspension-of-disbelief electronic spiders. Here's a clip of a round:
As you can see, the game finishes with a prize of a few tickets rewarding the contestant. These tickets can later be exchanged for various items of 'treasure'.
On one occasion however this happened:
Her reaction was somewhat similar to mine when I won the £10 jackpot on a 10p slot machine on a cross-channel ferry when I was just a couple of years older than she is now. We weren't normally allowed to play any of the games - never mind those ones, but I had had a fairly nasty accident and had just woken up from sleeping off a possible concussion so it was deemed to be a special occasion. The jackpot was paid out in 100 10p pieces (old-style - about the size of a quarter I suppose). I thought I had broken the machine. In the end, someone handed me a pint glass from the nearby bar and I carried my winnings across the ship in that.
The tickets (as with the 10p coins) eventually stopped - there were 50 of them. Her concern turned to joy - just as mine had all those years ago.
My memory suggests that my £10 went quite a bit further than these 50 tickets when it came to spending them.