Rescue your chickens

(Эмо стих) зачем он здесь - он сам не знает обняв колени он сидит он не подходит близко к краю он просто смотрит и молчит на крыше девятиэтажки в бетоне трещины и мох спокойно делает затяжку он счастлив в том, что одинок что здесь не слышно разговоров и фраз, бесмысленных порой приносит ветер снизу шорох и отклик жизни городской на небе тучи и прохладно цветут деревья...провода... здесь так прекрасно, идеально когда не носится толпа когда никто за ним не смотрит не обсуждает, не следит ты взглянешь сверху вниз на город он лишь тебе принадлежит шнурки развязаны на кедах косая челка и пирса твой лучший друг - наверно плеер и эта серая весна толстовка, кепка, сигареты и эти крыши под дождем где посторонних точно нету никто не должен знать где он и это кайф, и ты прекрасен и ты давно уже забил что все они не понимают как идеален этот мир

It's not a good 2D platformer, the music is boring but a bit nice, the sound is boring, the jokes are simple, It's a simple game. Don't buy this unless it's under like 30 cents

[h1][b]Not Recommended[/b][/h1]

horrible 10/10

Stayed here only for the trading cards.

прекрасная игра, стала моей любимой со дня выхода. всем рекомендую, очень успокаивает

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This game is the best game. If you like hard games like undertale this is for you (even harder than undertale)

After thirteen hours of Rescue Your Chickens, I am in no way able to create a review that can do justice to the beauty of this "game." I use the word game in quotes because really, Rescue Your Chickens is no game, it is not even a piece of art. No. Rescue Your Chickens is a heart throbbing reflection of the hardships we face, not only as individuals but a community as a whole. This game calls into question what it exactly means to be moral, ripping apart what we today think of the natural world and replacing it with something novel, something horrifying, something myistifying. It brings tears to my eyes to say that I was unable to finish this game. At some point, I just had to stop. The natural world that I had taken for granted, the same world that I had found harmless at the start had become too dangerous. THE SQUIRRELS... THE SQUIRRELS... THE SQUIRRELS... An animal so benign had suddenly become malignant, and their bullets of rejection and sorrow constantly grazed my cold, feathery flesh. As I played this game, I couldn't help but think back to my time in my mother's womb. The warm, cozy environment of love that she had created for me would be forever wiped away because of this game. I no longer see love and fate in this cruel world. Now, I just see squirrels and hear the pitiful screech of each chicken's inevitable death.

I just love some chicken chicken