One Frame Is Playable, Two Frames Are Smooth

Sensing that something seemed to have landed on his head, the young man walking down the street rubbed the top of his head in confusion and muttered to himself:

"The weather forecast didn't say it would rain today, did it?"

As his hand searched through his hair, it touched a cold, soft lump. At the same moment, an unfamiliar bird cry suddenly sounded from the sky.

"Fuck, bird shit the moment I step outside?!"

The young man's fingers abruptly recoiled. He looked up at the sky, only to discover that it was not what he had imagined.

Lump after lump of golden objects descended from above, glittering with flecks of golden light beneath the sun.

Yet they fell very slowly. They did not resemble hail or raindrops at all, but rather clumps of low-density golden cotton.

Their appearance resembled the tuft of hair on Lazy Goat's head. They looked just like shit.

Bringing the golden lump of shit before his eyes, the young man carefully examined its structure.

"The texture looks like some kind of metal? There's only a thin outer shell, made into something like a spring, while the inside is filled with white... cotton?"

The young man gently squeezed the pleasant-feeling golden lump of shit, casually put it away, then raised his head and looked around.

The rain of golden shit grew heavier and heavier, densely covering more than half the sky. Under the sunlight, it reflected dazzling golden radiance, almost dyeing the earth itself gold.

Pedestrians on the street ran into the buildings on either side, avoiding the strange objects falling from the sky. Passing vehicles had their vision blocked as well.

"It's gold!"

Seeing fewer and fewer people on the road, an astonished cry suddenly came from somewhere, leaving the young man, who had also been