Chicken Escape : Tricks and moves
Control
Guide your journey by tapping or clicking where you want to go—forge your path with every choice.
Description
The air reeks of sizzling grease and desperation. Your feathers prickle with heat radiating from grills hissing like angry serpents. Blades glint—cleavers, paring knives, a meat tenderizer swinging in a cook’s fist. Every surface threatens. To hesitate is to end up breaded and fried. Think *fast*. That conveyor belt humming toward the fryer—can you jam it? A spill, a distraction, *anything*. Duck under the prep table as a cleaver thunks into cutting board wood where your neck just was. Pulse hammers. Eyes dart: steam vents, slippery tiles, a propped-open delivery door. The dish pit’s foggy chaos might cloak your escape. But the cashier’s station blocks the path. Wait—napkin dispenser. Knock it over. Flutter into the paper avalanche, wings slapping against receipt tape. Someone shouts. A hand swipes. You zigzag through french fry debris, heart clawing up your throat. The door. Ten feet. Five. A fry basket crashes, oil splattering your tail feathers. Leap—! Cold asphalt slaps your claws. Freedom smells like dumpsters and diesel. You don’t look back.
