Play
Forget feathered fury and effortless trajectories, flingers! This ain't a slingshot serenade for feathered destruction, it's a symphony of frustration disguised as avian mayhem. Think of it as Angry Birds' angsty cousin, stripped bare of fancy power-ups and feathered finesse. It's just you, a grumpy flock, and a physics engine with a mischievous glint in its eye. No parabolic guides, no pre-ordained paths. Here, every launch is a leap of faith, a feathery gamble against gravity's fickle whims. Master the art of the blind fling, your aim guided by gut instinct and a prayer to the porcelain gods. Each pig splattered, a brushstroke on the canvas of your avian vengeance, a defiant squawk in the opera of your pixelated frustration. Remember, patience is your slingshot's anchor, precision a whispered dream, and every conquered level a victory lap in the moonwalk of your feathered fury. But hold on, feathery fanatics! This ain't just a rage-fueled fling-a-thon. Wind whispers like a mischievous gremlin, twisting trajectories into nosedives and sideways spirals. Pigs, cunning little oafs, hide behind precariously stacked towers, their smug snorts mocking your feathered precision. Watch for the wind's playful gusts, listen for the ominous creaking of porcine fortresses, and be ready to adapt like a penguin on roller skates. Use your environment as your feathered playground, outsmart the snorting swine with cunning ricochets and gravity-defying rebounds, and remember, every near miss a squawk of despair, a reminder of the thin line between avian victory and a feathery faceplant. Beware, though, frustrated flingers! Not every structure is what it seems. Decoy pigs wink like mischievous holograms, collapsing bridges tempt with their shortcuts to oblivion, and even the ground, well, let's just say it has a tendency to…disappear mid-flight. Use your environment as your feathered obstacle course, outsmart the porcine trickery with nimble dodges and last-minute swerves, and remember, every near disaster a ruffle of feathers, a reminder of the fine line between avian triumph and a feathery funeral. But the sky holds more than just frustration and snorting oafs, oh no! Unearth hidden bonus levels, where even angrier birds await, collect shimmering feathers that unlock secret slingshots, or even build your own precarious pig-toppling towers, a monument to your feathery resilience. Remember, creativity is your hidden slingshot upgrade, imagination your feathered fuel, and every unlocked secret a victory lap in the moonwalk of your avian conquest. So, grab your slingshot, feathered warriors! The pigs snort defiance, their rickety castles mocking your fury. Paint the sky with the vibrant hues of your feathery projectiles, become a feathered meteor in the porcelain storm, a flock of avian fury leaving trails of snorting pigs and shattered towers in your wake, and write your name in the sky as the birds who embraced the fury, one frustratingly satisfying fling at a time! Just remember, the echoing silence of a pig-less landscape is the sweetest reward of all!
Watch Game Video