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You don’t feel free the weightlessness of the action makes the skateboard feel less like a conduit to the air than like a weight, cuffed to your claw.

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In addition, while the boarders of, say, Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater 1 + 2 may only have been able to ollie once, their human heft charged the act with a pang of defiant exhilaration. For instance, he was able to negotiate his way out of a tight corner with unflappable panache, whereas Birb is all of a flutter-a blizzard of brown as the camera judders to squeeze free.

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The problem is that the hero of that series suffers no shortage of avian advantages himself, and the fact is that he puts most of the squawkers here to shame. The skating in Skatebird imitates that of the Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater games. Otherwise, you have a game whose pleasures feel, by the time you have taken in the title and dressed your preferred bird, half-plucked. Sooner or later, though, such delights must, if not wear thin, then give way to less migratory thrills. Plus, as you would hope, no opportunity for jokes is passed up one character, named Sam King, shows up sporting the glowing goggles from Splinter Cell. For example, I draped my bird of choice, a rakish little quail, in a striped scarf and planted a bright-red fez on its head. Furthermore, from this central hook the developer, Glass Bottom Games, hatches a flock of ingenious flourishes.

Is this the first example of skateboarding-traditionally a pastime littered with rebellion-redeployed as good housekeeping?Īny game that arrives bearing the title “Skatebird” has already given half of itself away, and it would be churlish to deny the essential glee of seeing a red-breasted nuthatch swivel and twitch atop a skateboard. Another has you skimming over the tops of makeshift half-pipes, the better to clean up discarded cans. One assignment has you affixing balloons to the corners of an unkempt duvet, and thus wafting it back into place. You rumble around, taking on tasks from your fellow-birds. His job, apparently, is a real grind, and his apartment is strewn with pizza boxes, drinking straws, and other assorted bits of rubbish-bad news for the living of a clean and upbeat life, good news for the birds, for whom such detritus provides not, as you would expect, an appetising vista of scraps but a park of skateable wonders: of ramps, rails, and bowls. Our hero, Birb, has a keeper, referred to as “Big Friend,” who, we learn, is not having the easiest time. The question is, Why? What tethers these creatures not quite to the earth but to the limbo just above it, borne along on wheels of thundering polyurethane? If you wish to spin, your customised bird will lunge downward, as if pecking at a worm, and whirl without a care, board in beak. ” True enough, triggering a second ollie while airborne tugs you upwards, amid a flurry of feathers. “Remember when I told you about human skaters?” says one bird to another. The draw of Skatebird is summarised early on.

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