Tingus Goose doesn’t ease you in. It doesn’t even pretend to. It simply hands you a watering can, points at a patient with a suspiciously hollow torso, and says: “Go on then. Grow a goose.” And somehow, that’s the least strange thing that will happen to you. This is an idle‑strategy game built out of meat, love, gravity, and questionable medical ethics, wrapped in a pastel‑gross aesthetic that feels like a children’s picture book illustrated by someone who hasn’t slept in th