"WHO DARED SWADDLE ME!"

Ohhhh … it’s an egg! I thought it was … never mind 😁

Our angry eggs grow up fast. Gone are the rattles and blankets, replaced with gleaming katanas and lacquered armor. They stand in perfect formation beneath a cherry blossom tree, yolk-yellow eyes narrowed with unshakable resolve. The soft coos of babyhood are now sharp battle cries, echoing across the misty battlefield. They are samurai now, and the world will remember their name for good or for bad. Finished game: Also try my newest fun challenge: