Eggnob

Guide it through 50 traps dressed up as levels. Or don’t. Let it die, see if I care. Because sod that Egg. It thinks it belongs in a platformer. It’s wrong.

I want that Egg dead, and deep down, so do you. Steer the oblivious oval through floors that drop out, spikes that materialise out of pure spite, and exits that scarper the second it gets hopeful. When it splatters — and it will, repeatedly and magnificently — raise a glass. That Egg is getting exactly what it deserves.