FlapThulhu: A Glimpse Into More Than One Nightmare

So, Flappy Bird.

OH DEAR GOD PLEASE NO.

I apologise sincerely for triggering the crippling PTSD that most of us suffer after this abomination of a game smeared it's Lionel-Ritchie-esque bird lips across our phone screens earlier in the year, either due to the muscle spasms and acute anxiety attacks it likely caused if you chose to play it or the aneurysm you suffered after screaming for the hundredth time at a ten year old on the bus to "TURN THE FUCKING SOUND OFF, YOU LITTLE SHIT! PLING, PLING, PLING! SEE IT'S ANNOYING ISN'T IT; PLING, PLING! IT'S NOT EVEN A REAL GAME!" *thud* *screech of brakes* *ambulance siren*

"We've got another one! He spent three hours on the train next to a 60 year old playing Candy Crush."