After assembling my cookie army and rounding up a large portion of my cupcake-shaped acquaintances, I fear that I rolled my rolling pin too far up on the map midway through my massacre, effectively thwarting my completion of the game! Quite unfortunate because I wanted that toast king to absolutely praise me for my hard work, yet here we are, unable to satisfy the royal demands of my kingdom. The writing is splendid, but the bugs must be ironed out to prevent a rolling pin induced softlock.