The race
A small-town duck derby, in your pocket
A flood of yellow ducks pours off a bridge into a winding cartoon river. You are the race marshal. Steer drifting ducks past boulders, bridges, and one very smug sawmill. Ducks that grind on trouble turn orange, then red, then wash up... out of the race. The score is simple and ruthless: how many ducks make it home.
Two verbs, one job
Nudge the drifters. Flick the stuck.
Nudge
Drag near the flock to herd ducks away from trouble before it starts. Prevention is the real skill. A good marshal barely seems to work.
Flick
When a duck jams up, a quick flick pops it free with a squash, a stretch, and a squeak. Break a pileup and the whole wedge rushes off together.
Bring them home
Races run 10 to 1000 ducks, most under a minute. Watch the flock funnel into the finish corral and count what you saved.
Three courses at launch
Rated like real whitewater
Every course carries a genuine river classification. Learn the water and you learn a little river literacy on the way down.
Class I
A gentle river through open meadows. Wildflowers, birdsong, one indifferent cow. No hazards... just you, the flock, and the current.
Class II
The river is still carving this one.
Class III
Fast water through a green valley. Boulders, strainers, a covered bridge with three lanes, and two false branches waiting for inattentive ducks.
Class IV
The river is still carving this one.
Class V
The sawmill run. Good luck. Flumes, saw blades, a swinging log boom, and golden-hour light all the way to the calm water past the mill.
Adopt a duck
Skill saves the flock. Luck picks your duck.
Before the pour, one duck is dealt to you... number hidden. The only way to help your duck is to save everyone. At the finish, the top ducks flip one by one, and your duck's fate lands with fanfare, warmth, or comedy.
- Favoritism is impossible. We checked.
- No duck is ever visibly harmed. Losers are last seen sunning somewhere, sending regards.
- The race can't be bought. Adoption is never for sale.
The Ultra-Normal line
Compelling in the hand, silent in the pocket.
Sub-minute rounds. A countable score. No streaks, no timers, no FOMO, no notifications, ever. Fully playable in airplane mode, because your race is nobody's business but yours and the river's.