"Lost your edge, Porky?" Red taunted.
His chief mechanic, Foreman Pig, nervously polished a bolt. "It's the great Rebalancing, Your Greasiness. Telemetry data. The Birds complained that your Turbo Boost was 'unfairly fast.'"
Red laughed. He drifted perfectly through the final corner—a move impossible in the old version—and crossed the finish line first. angry birds go 1.5.2
"Version 1.5.2 has ruined me!" he wailed. "My tuning cards! All my legendary parts! They’re… common now!"
"THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!" King Pig screamed, mashing his newly nerfed "Piggy Missile" button. The missile sputtered out, flew ten feet, and popped into a sad little party streamer. "Lost your edge, Porky
The Blues—three tiny birds in one oversized soapbox derby car—squeaked with joy. "Our slipstream boost got a cooldown reduction! We can draft forever!"
"Finally!" Chuck zipped by in a blur of yellow lightning. "My handling stat was a joke! Now I can take the hairpin at the Churn without flying into the cheese volcano!" Telemetry data
The sun blazed down on Piggy Island, but the usual cackle of triumph was missing. In fact, the only sound was the frustrated squeak-squeak-squeak of rusty wheels.