Wall Between US
Control
Throughout the game, Dona receives real-time calls from the Pigs—cheering him with enthusiastic support when he succeeds or shouting sharp critiques if he struggles. After clearing a level, he strikes a triumphant pose: hands firmly planted on his hips, cape-style confidence radiating as wind sweeps dramatically through his hair.
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Dona the Pig reigns over his territory with unwavering authority, respected by his subjects and notorious for his ironclad stubbornness. The neighboring Kit Foxes have coexisted peacefully with the Pigs for years, their lands divided by an unspoken truce. An avid golfer, Dona spends his days perfecting his swing at Mur-a-logs, his prized course. During a routine round, his ball vanishes mid-game. Annoyed, he replaces it—only for the replacement to disappear too. Suspicion flares. He sets a third ball but retreats to his cart, feigning distraction. As he turns his back, a Kit Fox darts from the brush, snatching the ball. Dona whirls around, catching the thief mid-act. Outraged, he arrests the fox for trespassing, branding all Kit Foxes illegal invaders barred from Pig territory. The foxes, bewildered by his overreaction, rally to free their imprisoned kin. Enraged, Dona persuades the Pigs to fund a massive border wall, starting with a rickety chain-link fence atop which he constructs a rudimentary golf course. As Kit Foxes attempt sabotage—snipping wires or tunneling underneath—Dona pelts them with golf balls. The Pigs, convinced by his fervor, bankroll upgrades: reinforced barriers, traps, even a thunderous SHOUT ability to blast foxes off the wall. Each level sees new strategies—foxes burrowing, pole-vaulting, or soaring on kites—while pleading for their cousin’s release. Dona misinterprets their cries as threats, spinning tales of a Kit conspiracy to seize Pig land. Every breach weakens the wall—and Dona’s political standing. Too much damage, and the Pigs impeach him, stripping his power. Mid-game calls from citizens alternate between cheers and jeers, reflecting his performance. Clearing a level, he strikes a heroic pose, wind tousling his fur, basking in temporary glory. Victory culminates in a lavish parade crowning him King of the Pigs, hailed for safeguarding their land and elevating his golf legacy. The foxes retreat, their cousin still caged, as Dona’s wall—now a monstrous monument—looms over the border.
