CATACLYSM!
Um… hi, folks. Had a little accident in the Peggle labs this morning. So, yeah. Today I’m a cat.
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It happens sometimes, you know. When you’re deploying the most powerful magics ever known in the never-ending quest to create more Peggle goodness, you’re pushing the boundaries. You’re getting into some pretty dark stuff. Most of the time it works out great and you end up with a new Style Shot or a system for tracking Ace Scores. Other times, though, a pulse of magical energy blasts through the Institute and everybody drops everything to go looking for tuna.
As you can see, I was able to resist the very worst of the effects. Being a magical unicorn, these kinds of transformations can’t completely unmake my magical unicornness. Lord Cinderbottom did okay too; he’s a lot hairier now but he’s still recognizable as a dragon.
Others weren’t so lucky. Jimmy and Warren, I’m sad to report, had little resistance and fully became cats. But the most disturbing of all was what happened to Kat Tut:
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What is that thing? I mean, it’s a cat, but I’ve never seen a cat that catty. It’s somehow more cat than cat. It’s rather freaking me out.
Anyway, don’t worry. We’ll get this sorted out just as soon as I finish coughing up some hairballs.