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« kdy: Dnes v 07:35 »I woke up one morning thinking I’d have a totally normal day.
Breakfast, emails, maybe a walk. Nothing special.
But instead… I became the sworn protector of a fragile egg riding on a tiny cartoon car in a universe known as Eggy Car.
And honestly? It was one of the most unexpectedly thrilling, hilarious, and downright confusing adventures I’ve had all week.
This is the story of how I accidentally became an egg’s bodyguard—and how that egg taught me more about chaos, loyalty, and physics betrayal than any action movie ever could.
The Unexpected Job Offer
I didn’t apply for the job.
One minute I was scrolling on my phone, the next minute a little yellow car appeared on my screen with a wobbling egg sitting on top, staring at me like:
“Hey. You. Yes, you. Protect me.”
And of course, like any reasonable adult faced with such a request, I accepted.
I mean… how hard could it be?
Very.
Very, VERY hard.
Meeting the Egg: A Delicate Diva
Let me introduce you to the main character:
The Egg.
Not just any egg.
No, this egg has personality.
Attitude.
A flair for drama.
The first time the car moved, the egg wobbled like it was on a fashion runway, demanding attention and whispering,
“Be careful, darling.”
It didn’t roll off because of any big obstacles.
Nope.
It fell because I breathed too hard in real life.
That’s when I realized:
this wasn’t a game.
This was a relationship.
A partnership.
A sacred bond between a driver and their fragile, high-maintenance passenger.
Training Day: Learning the Art of Egg Protection
Driving in Eggy Car is not driving.
It’s… babysitting entropy.
Every tilt felt like I was performing brain surgery.
Every ramp felt like I was carrying a priceless treasure across a rope bridge in a storm.
Slow.
Gentle.
Focus.
I became the world’s most dramatic chauffeur.
The egg didn’t care about the effort though.
It would still wobble like:
“Hmm. Not sure I trust you yet.”
The First Big Challenge: The Rude Ramp
Every hero’s journey has its antagonist.
Mine was… a ramp.
It looked harmless.
Smooth.
Simple.
Friendly even.
But the moment my car touched it, the egg launched into the air like it was auditioning for Cirque du Soleil.
I gasped.
I panicked.
I may or may not have yelled,
“NO NO NO NO NO—!”
But the egg didn’t care.
It flew.
It bounced.
It died an unnecessarily dramatic death.
I restarted instantly.
Because bodyguards don’t quit on their clients.
When We Became a Team
Eventually, something magical happened.
I don’t know how or why, but the egg stopped resisting me.
It stayed balanced.
It stayed calm.
It… trusted me.
That’s when the game shifted from chaos to flow.
The music felt heroic.
The car felt powerful.
I felt like the protagonist of an animated film about friendship and perseverance.
We were a team.
A weird team, but a team.
I whispered to the screen,
“We’ve got this, buddy.”
And for once, the egg didn’t wobble back sassily.
The Betrayal
Then came the betrayal.
The egg broke the trust.
And my soul.
We were crossing a narrow bridge, everything perfect, everything smooth, when suddenly—
for absolutely no reason—
the egg tilted forward and rolled off like:
“Actually, I think I’ll leave now. Bye.”
I couldn’t believe it.
After everything we’d been through.
After all the gentle tapping and careful tilting.
The egg just said,
“I’m done,”
and yeeted itself downward.
I felt the sting of betrayal in my chest.
I restarted, but I wasn’t the same.
My heart was cracked, much like the egg.
Redemption: The Run of Glory
But heroes rise again.
Always.
And so did I.
I breathed deeply.
I sat up straight like I was entering a championship.
And I played the most perfect run of my entire existence.
No wobbles.
No close calls.
No dramatic physics disasters.
Just pure harmony between me, the car, and the egg—which suddenly acted like a stoic monk achieving enlightenment.
We floated across slopes.
We danced across platforms.
It was beautiful.
I swear the egg was glowing.
For a minute, I thought this must be what true connection feels like.
And then, right before breaking my distance record…
the egg fell off due to a bump so tiny it was basically invisible.
I wasn’t even mad.
It was too poetic.
What I Learned from Being an Egg Bodyguard
After spending a full day in this strange universe, here’s what Eggy Car taught me:
1. Trust is fragile—literally.
A single wrong move can shatter everything.
2. Life is all about balance.
Tilt too far in any direction and you’ll crash.
3. Some passengers are dramatic.
And sometimes… those passengers are eggs.
4. You will fail. Many times.
But you’ll hit restart every time without hesitation.
5. The journey is hilarious.
Even the fails become stories worth telling.
Eggy Car may be a silly casual game, but it somehow delivers meaningful moments wrapped in pure comedy.
Final Thoughts: My Egg, My Car, My Chaos
At the end of the day, I realized something strangely wholesome:
Caring about a tiny pixel egg is kind of… sweet?
You try your best.
You focus.
You adapt.
You laugh.
You fail.
You try again.
There’s something beautifully human about that cycle.
So if you haven’t tried Eggy Car yet, consider becoming an egg bodyguard for a day—it’s more fun (and emotional) than you think.
Breakfast, emails, maybe a walk. Nothing special.
But instead… I became the sworn protector of a fragile egg riding on a tiny cartoon car in a universe known as Eggy Car.
And honestly? It was one of the most unexpectedly thrilling, hilarious, and downright confusing adventures I’ve had all week.
This is the story of how I accidentally became an egg’s bodyguard—and how that egg taught me more about chaos, loyalty, and physics betrayal than any action movie ever could.
The Unexpected Job Offer
I didn’t apply for the job.
One minute I was scrolling on my phone, the next minute a little yellow car appeared on my screen with a wobbling egg sitting on top, staring at me like:
“Hey. You. Yes, you. Protect me.”
And of course, like any reasonable adult faced with such a request, I accepted.
I mean… how hard could it be?
Very.
Very, VERY hard.
Meeting the Egg: A Delicate Diva
Let me introduce you to the main character:
The Egg.
Not just any egg.
No, this egg has personality.
Attitude.
A flair for drama.
The first time the car moved, the egg wobbled like it was on a fashion runway, demanding attention and whispering,
“Be careful, darling.”
It didn’t roll off because of any big obstacles.
Nope.
It fell because I breathed too hard in real life.
That’s when I realized:
this wasn’t a game.
This was a relationship.
A partnership.
A sacred bond between a driver and their fragile, high-maintenance passenger.
Training Day: Learning the Art of Egg Protection
Driving in Eggy Car is not driving.
It’s… babysitting entropy.
Every tilt felt like I was performing brain surgery.
Every ramp felt like I was carrying a priceless treasure across a rope bridge in a storm.
Slow.
Gentle.
Focus.
I became the world’s most dramatic chauffeur.
The egg didn’t care about the effort though.
It would still wobble like:
“Hmm. Not sure I trust you yet.”
The First Big Challenge: The Rude Ramp
Every hero’s journey has its antagonist.
Mine was… a ramp.
It looked harmless.
Smooth.
Simple.
Friendly even.
But the moment my car touched it, the egg launched into the air like it was auditioning for Cirque du Soleil.
I gasped.
I panicked.
I may or may not have yelled,
“NO NO NO NO NO—!”
But the egg didn’t care.
It flew.
It bounced.
It died an unnecessarily dramatic death.
I restarted instantly.
Because bodyguards don’t quit on their clients.
When We Became a Team
Eventually, something magical happened.
I don’t know how or why, but the egg stopped resisting me.
It stayed balanced.
It stayed calm.
It… trusted me.
That’s when the game shifted from chaos to flow.
The music felt heroic.
The car felt powerful.
I felt like the protagonist of an animated film about friendship and perseverance.
We were a team.
A weird team, but a team.
I whispered to the screen,
“We’ve got this, buddy.”
And for once, the egg didn’t wobble back sassily.
The Betrayal
Then came the betrayal.
The egg broke the trust.
And my soul.
We were crossing a narrow bridge, everything perfect, everything smooth, when suddenly—
for absolutely no reason—
the egg tilted forward and rolled off like:
“Actually, I think I’ll leave now. Bye.”
I couldn’t believe it.
After everything we’d been through.
After all the gentle tapping and careful tilting.
The egg just said,
“I’m done,”
and yeeted itself downward.
I felt the sting of betrayal in my chest.
I restarted, but I wasn’t the same.
My heart was cracked, much like the egg.
Redemption: The Run of Glory
But heroes rise again.
Always.
And so did I.
I breathed deeply.
I sat up straight like I was entering a championship.
And I played the most perfect run of my entire existence.
No wobbles.
No close calls.
No dramatic physics disasters.
Just pure harmony between me, the car, and the egg—which suddenly acted like a stoic monk achieving enlightenment.
We floated across slopes.
We danced across platforms.
It was beautiful.
I swear the egg was glowing.
For a minute, I thought this must be what true connection feels like.
And then, right before breaking my distance record…
the egg fell off due to a bump so tiny it was basically invisible.
I wasn’t even mad.
It was too poetic.
What I Learned from Being an Egg Bodyguard
After spending a full day in this strange universe, here’s what Eggy Car taught me:
1. Trust is fragile—literally.
A single wrong move can shatter everything.
2. Life is all about balance.
Tilt too far in any direction and you’ll crash.
3. Some passengers are dramatic.
And sometimes… those passengers are eggs.
4. You will fail. Many times.
But you’ll hit restart every time without hesitation.
5. The journey is hilarious.
Even the fails become stories worth telling.
Eggy Car may be a silly casual game, but it somehow delivers meaningful moments wrapped in pure comedy.
Final Thoughts: My Egg, My Car, My Chaos
At the end of the day, I realized something strangely wholesome:
Caring about a tiny pixel egg is kind of… sweet?
You try your best.
You focus.
You adapt.
You laugh.
You fail.
You try again.
There’s something beautifully human about that cycle.
So if you haven’t tried Eggy Car yet, consider becoming an egg bodyguard for a day—it’s more fun (and emotional) than you think.