The board is packed away, pieces lost to the cracks of yesterdayās battles. The angry eggs straighten their ties, their tempers barely contained beneath glossy shells. Rows of chairs, a trembling cake, and the scent of flowers fill the air. For once, it isnāt about victory or defeat. Itās about surviving the chaos of the wedding...
A furious anthropomorphic egg, brandishes a broken ladder as a weapon atop a vintage snakes and ladders board. The board is brightly coloured with snakes and ladders on it. A colossal serpent coils around the grid, scales glistening, fangs bared mid-lunge. The eggās shell is chipped and scorched, eyes ...