Control
Keep your finger on the screen (left mouse button) to jump higher, but beware of electric current. When the chicken comes into contact with an electric current, the game ends.
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A jittery hen, trembling claws scraping cold concrete, feels unnatural strength surging through its veins—chemicals meant to fatten now sharpen its reflexes. Survival screams louder than fear. It bolts past clanging conveyor belts, frantic wings slapping damp air thick with the stench of rust and despair. Walls loom, slick with grime, but talons find purchase—scrambling upward, muscles burning, heart hammering against featherless skin. Sparks hiss from frayed wires, snapping like predatory teeth. Each leap is desperation made kinetic: zigzagging between crackling death, darting through flickering shadows, driven by primal grit to breach the suffocating maze of metal and machinery. Freedom tastes like blood and voltage. One misstep ends everything.
