A cat, a blanket and a blade full of light. $WORPCAT walks the timeline, and the red candles get nervous.
It was laundry day. He went in a house cat and came out a warrior phantom, wrapped in fleece and holding something far too sharp. Since then he patrols the chart at night and trims whatever turns red. Six forms. One blade. No refunds.






Drag to swing. Slice the red candles before they drop out of sight, and keep the blade off the green ones.