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The city's skeletal skyline clawed at the ash-choked sky, its rusted spires groaning under the weight of forgotten wars. Neon scars pulsed through the smog—advertisements for dead brands casting their glow on the scavengers below. Kael's boots sank into the mud of crushed dreams as he adjusted the respirator biting into his jaw, the taste of battery acid and regret sharp on his tongue. His left arm whirred faintly, the relic prosthetic's hydraulics leaking whispers of steam—a constant reminder of the price he'd paid to outrun the radiation storms. Across the plaza, chrome-eyed gangsters traded vials of synthetic memories beside a vendor hawking black-market antibodies, their voices drowned by the thrum of a passing hover-barge hauling prison cages. He gripped the data chip hidden in his coat, its edges sharp against his palm. One last job. The lie tasted familiar.
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Soar into the chaos with *Flappy Flippin’ Fellas* – a frenetic multiplayer romp where gravity’s just a suggestion. Out-flap your buddies in absurd, physics-defying races, smacking through wobbly obstacles with rubber-chicken wings. Every frantic tap sends your wobbly aviator higher, faster, and clumsier, until someone faceplants into a floating traffic cone or gets yeeted off-screen by a rogue ceiling fan. Perfect for quick bursts of couch-competitive mayhem or solo sessions that’ll leave you wheezing at the slapstick flight physics. No strategy, all vibes. Just pure, unhinged flap-til-you-drop energy. Grab your crew, embrace the jank, and see who survives this featherbrained sky circus. Spoiler: everyone loses, but the fails are *glorious*.
