I was late to the Flappy Bird game. So late, in fact, that I missed it completely. Never has that phrase “here today, gone tomorrow” been more true than when that little NF shit decided to pull his highly addictive app from the virtual shelves. Seriously, one second, you’re slightly behind on a trend, and the next, you’re sitting around, twiddling your thumbs, cursing the day Steve Jobs was born. Why, God? WHY? Give me Flappy Bird, dammit. GIVE. ME. FLAPPY. BIRD.
Well, ladies and gentlemen, it seems as though God has answered your prayers. And by “God,” I mean the Greek gods responsible for bringing you TFM, TSM, PGP, and Rowdy Gentleman. Gone are the days of pining after a shitty pixilated bird. Gone are the moments of pure frustration while you watch your friends giggle and laugh while anxiously avoiding…whatever it is that the Flappy Bird needed to avoid. Gone is the taunting. Gone is the jealousy. Gone is frustration. Why, you ask?
Because there’s a new fucking bird in town: Fratty Bird.
From what I can tell (aka what my coworkers, parents, 15-year-old-brother (hey, Marc!), former teachers, last night’s waitress, grandmother, and literally everyone else on the planet has told me), it’s pretty much the exact same game as Flappy Bird. Except for, you know, this one is fucking frat. Also, we won’t ever discontinue it like that other guy. This is America, after all, and in America, we don’t shy away from success.
Download Fratty Bird for free right here. Play it loud, play it proud. It’s a power move.