Overview: The Egg is a new game programmed in Flash. It is a "falling block" puzzle game. The color coded blocks will appear all around the edge of the game screen before quickly moving and sticking to a large orb in the center of the screen. Players will rotate the orb- and any attached blocks- in order to reposition the blocks so that the colors are grouped together. Once three same-colored blocks touch, they will vanish, shifting any block they support and awarding points to the players. Some blocks will have special properties such as slowing the rates of new blocks spawning. The game ends after a certain point goal is reached or the build-up of blocks attached to the center orb is so great that new blocks are pushed off the game screen. The story for the game will be told in cutscenes shown between levels and will use images and dialogue to depict two scientists attempting to genetically engineer a new Godzilla-type monster. Script: (Start of game, two men in lab coats are in a laboratory talking.) DOCTOR: Bad news, old friend. ASSISTANT: Has the toaster oven been making fun of you again? DOCTOR: Not at all, I already gave that punk a good what-for. But I'm afraid we've been fired. ASSISTANT: Was there another zombie incident? The ethics board was most upset that-- DOCTOR: No, no. They're safely in their holding pen. I'm afraid it was the bean counters, my good man. Said we'd become too much of a liability. The insurance alone cost millions. ASSISTANT: There have been more explosions then usual recently. DOCTOR: Yes, but all in the name of progress. And sometimes fun. Besides, no one got hurt. ASSITANT: Except that cat. DOCTOR: You promised you'd never speak of that again. ASSISTANT: But whatever shall we do now, sir? DOCTOR: Worry not, for I already have a plan! For revenge! ASSISTANT: I'll go get the fire extinguisher. DOCTOR: That shan't be necessary this time. For you see, we shall begin to instigate Plan B! Yes, B, a carefully constructed plot that is so cunning in its subtleties that even I-- ASSISTANT: But, sir-- DOCTOR: What is it now? ASSISTANT: We don't have a Plan B, sir. DOCTOR: ...Oh. Well, just bring me the genetic recombinator then. I suppose we could make something to simply smash the town. ASSISTANT: But why? That makes no sense. DOCTOR: And that's why you'll always be the assistant! Now, bring me the genetic recombinator! ASSISTANT: The what? DOCTOR: You know, that cool glowy thing. The one that hasn't exploded yet. ASSISTANT: Understood, sir. (ASSISTANT leaves.) DOCTOR: Excellent! Now I'll show them who's a danger to society! I'll show them all! (After a stage is failed. The creature is born.) DOCTOR: It's alive! It's... It's-- ASSISTANT: Eating the drapes... (The small, dog-sized creature is shown chewing on some purple drapes.) DOCTOR: What? No! Bad Sugarplum! Bad! (DOCTOR moves over and picks up the baby creature, cradling it in his arms.) ASSISTANT: It appears to be a bit small, sir. DOCTOR: What are you implying? ASSISTANT: Nothing, sir. But perhaps a larger monster would prove more effective. DOCTOR: By god, you may be right! Quickly! To the lavatory! ASSISTANT: Umm... You mean the laboratory, sir? DOCTOR: Oh, fine. That works too. ASSITANT: We're already here, sir. DOCTOR: Excellent! (After all stages are completed and the game is won. The creature towers over the DOCTOR and ASSISTANT, with only its foot visible in the frame.) DOCTOR: We did it! And without a single fire! Now I can finally... wait, something's wrong... ASSISTANT: What now? DOCTOR: This won't do. This won't do at all. ASSISTANT: Why not? DOCTOR: I fear that perhaps it is too big. Pity, but at least we'll have some material for the bin. It's been low recently. (Show bin covered in dried blood with a arm hanging out of it and a label reading "Spare Parts.") DOCTOR: Hand me my surgical chainsaw! ASSISTANT: Sir! It's fine as it is, there's no need to-- DOCTOR: Nonsense! (The DOCTOR picks up an old, rusted chainsaw, also covered in dried blood.) DOCTOR: For science! (The DOCTOR swings the chainsaw, connecting with the creature's toe. The chainsaw bounces back, not even leaving a scratch. The creature roars and kicks out, missing the DOCTOR but bringing down most of the laboratory around him. The creature then stomps off.) DOCTOR: Stop! You get back here and dismember yourself right now! Don't pretend you can't hear me! (The DOCTOR drops the chainsaw as he falls to his knees.) DOCTOR: It wasn't suppose to be this way! It was suppose to be a thing of beauty! Not this... abomination! (Show the creature smashing buildings and creating havoc.) ASSISTANT: Isn't this exactly what you wanted, sir? DOCTOR: But what's the point if I can't ride on top of it in a little saddle!? (The DOCTOR slowly picks himself up off the ground.) DOCTOR: I suppose that it's back to the drawing board for us... ASSISTANT: What should we do about that, sir? (Show the creature standing amongst the ruins of the town, still causing destruction.) DOCTOR; My dear boy, isn't it obvious? The only way to handle a big monster is with an even bigger monster! Now come! There's science to be done! (Game end.)