Yes indeed. The cup of lunacy runneth over this week. In the most remarkable example of PR advertising cojones since Got Milk was coined, prepare for the greatest gaming product proposal the industry has ever beheld:
The touchscreen is obscured by a tiny dwarf woman, garbed in skimptastic French maid apparel. Your mission? To run your appendage -by which, we should specify ‘finger’- across the screen with disconcerting speed and gusto. Your diminutive companion is most appreciative of your amorous attentions. Presumably, your aghast Japanese mother, who encroached upon your bedroom to find you indulging in this weirdness with your manmeat in your hand, is not.
It that doesn’t constitute your quota of crazy for the week (which is as vital as the 5-a-day that nutritionalists demand we devour, lest they invade our places of work and smite our bollocks with a ladle), the gallery also presents the Finnish Angry Birds-emblazoned sensation that’s more addictive than coke (a cola and Pepsi). Also for our delectation, a dude attempts to fight off police in a Grand Theft Auto-esque manner, utilizing only an augmented Wii Remote sniper rifle thing.
Digital Spy presents the giant-slaying Angry Birds soda saga.