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So, uh, there's a bunch of penguins on an iceberg in Antarctica.
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You have been selected to catch them so they can be shipped to
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Finland, where they are essential to a secret plot for world
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domination.
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In order to trap the penguins, you'll need to break the iceberg
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into small chunks. You do this by melting lines in the ice with
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Special High-Tech GNU Tools.
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If a penguin hits a line in progress, however, it vanishes with a
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loud noise, and you lose a life.
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Once 80% or more of the iceberg is gone, the remaining chunks are
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small enough for shipping. Of course, if you manage to get rid of
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more than that, you'll save on postage, thus earning you exponential
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amounts of Geek Cred (a.k.a. "score").
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After you ship off one batch of penguins, it's time to move on to
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the next. Each subsequent 'berg will have one more penguin, and
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you'll have one more life. This will continue until you lose, or
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until you exceed level one hundred or so, which Ain't Gonna Happen.
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Of course, this is an urgent mission, so you'll be penalized if
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you're slow -- every second or so, your score drops down by one.
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