Why Flappy Bird Still Haunts My Thumbs (and My Dreams)
I didn’t just play Flappy Bird — I lived it.
Or maybe it lived inside me, like a small, pixelated demon with a love for pipes and a vendetta against my sanity. One tap, two taps, then—bam—faceplant. Again. And again. And somehow… I wanted more.
What Makes Flappy Bird Stand Out?
It’s absurd when you think about it: a bird that doesn’t flap on its own, side-scrolling pixel pipes, and a score counter that mocks you like a smug older sibling. No power-ups. No save points. No mercy.
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