Backstory

There was a barn fire. That much is agreed. What happened inside it is a matter of debate among the flock’s historians, who are mostly chickens who saw something and refuse to talk about it. The official record says a chicken walked into the flames and a Titan walked out — forged in the heat, blessed by the egg gods, and carrying the faint smell of something that should not be carrying anything.

The Titan Chicken is not armour-plated so much as armour-adjacent: bullets bounce off it the way rain bounces off a mountain, and your lasers, mortars and nukes might as well be compliments. It does not run. It does not need to. It walks with the unhurried certainty of something that has already read the ending of this fight, and the ending is not good for the farm.

Its one weakness is written in every field manual the farm has ever printed, underlined, circled and pinned to the gate: only creatures can put it down. Not towers. Not traps. Creatures — the Wolf, the Garrison Cat, The Colonel, the drones and the tractor. Bring them, because nothing else in the arsenal even registers.