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About:
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ChickenRoad is a barnyard whisper of chance. A lone chicken, feathers still, eyes a grid of quiet lids. Some hold warm kernels; others, a silent end.
You stir the shadows. A soft sprinkle of traps for an easy cluck, or a field heavy with peril for a reward that leaps with every safe step.
Hop. Lid turns—clear. Hop. Clear. The prize rises. One button waits: “Seize.” Press and the chicken darts home, prize in claw. Linger, and the next lid swallows everything in a puff of feathers.
Cluck. Straw. Heartbeat. Then the yard is empty, calling the next bold bird.
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