subservientchicken.com
Weirdest. Thing. Since. ToHearADuckQuackPressSeven.
I hate those period-delimited descriptions. Can’t. Stand. Them. But nothing else will prepare you for subservientchicken.com. Don’t ask questions. Don’t Google for information. Just go and tell the chicken what to do.
OK, since I’ve been asked multiple times: You may have gathered from internal syntactic clues, such as the discontinuities in image and lighting between the end of an action and the neutral state; or from internal evidence from room objects jumping around untouched; or from external reasoning such as “with multiple people visiting, he can’t be reacting to every person’s request in real time”; or from his inability to perform certain tasks; or from Eliza-like errors of extracting keywords from larger phrases and using them in the wrong sense (”turn into a newt” causing him to turn in place); or from the inability to precisely refine or repeat actions (”jump twice” yielding a single jump, “turn around three times” not being performed three times) — But the answer is, no, there’s not a live guy in a chicken suit following your instructions.

















