It is festival night in an invented old town: party lights hang over the rooftops, bunting runs along the stone walls and the cobbled square smells of fresh churros. Pixel Ibai Llanos has just finished a stream nearby and comes down for a snack, but a few fans spot him and ask to tag along. Soon there is a whole line behind him, cheering and singing: the Churro Crew.
Warm churros are waiting all over the square, and each one he grabs brings another fan to the back of the line, which gets longer and a little faster with every bite. The old stone wall closes in the square, so one wrong turn ends the party, and so does walking into his own crew. Now and then a steaming mug of hot chocolate appears for a few seconds. How big can the crew get before the lights go out?










