I’m sorry. I just do not get it.
I understand it’s just a game, and that it’s fun for most people. But I view it like I do golf: hitting a tiny ball with a stick out 50 yards into a tiny hole would give me an aneurysm. And flinging a bird into a Lincoln Log structure to pop a few pigs would do the same. My Little One, however, loves that game, and plays it well. She has received the highest star ratings on most levels. And there is only one person to blame for this perfidy: my brother, the Angry Birds Master.
– I think about Angry Birds at least twice a day. Most of the time, I envision what type of Angry Bird a person would be if they were…well…an Angry Bird. So far, I have a few additions that I think would be excellent:
Flamingo: Tall, lanky, goofy
People Quality: Very analytical but not physically gifted. Doesn’t mind being slighted and shit on in life because they don’t know any better and don’t want to cause problems. Generally well mannered, but…common sense retarded.
Power: Schnoz of Reckoning
See what I mean?? He thinks about new Angry Birds characters!! Who does that? That’s rhetorical, by the way. I am sure I am in the distinct minority when it comes to this game.
If you want to have a good laugh, check out his blog, Killabee. He is a riot 😀