You're an egg flipper. The preferred term is poultry prepper, but regardless you can season an egg with cigarettes like the best of 'em. Or sometimes a box of bullets, and other times cockroaches, but never chicken. The elements and arrangement of a dish may seem chaotic, but this is how Arctic Eggs builds on the simple concept of flipping an egg into a fleshed out game mechanic.

The absurdity of these scenarios also plays into the strange atmosphere; a dystopian and vaguely Slavic scene between two snowy high rise complexes. I found myself excitedly anticipating the hilarious preamble of cooking something nearly inedible. These odd characters feel very down to earth in a way that is so often unique to indie games, and their relatable quirkiness took me on an introspective PS2-era road trip -- one where I'm here to cook eggs.