build God, then we'll talk

There's this game on Facebook that almost everyone I know's addicted to.
Or will be addicted to.
Or was addicted to.
I'm not really a fan of internet or anysort of gaming really, but even my fingers are getting sore guiding that stupid yellow helmet-ed man around.

Haha, and you knowwhat'sfunny?
What's sofreakinghilarious?
Soincrediblyhumorousit'sprobablygoingtomakeyoucry?
I'll tell you.
It's how much something as stupid as Jetman resembles real life.
There isn't much to it.
Soar.
Or free fall.
Soar too high and you'll crash into the roof and die.
Free fall too much and, well... there's nothing that's going to save you from a Roadrunner-esque death.
Splat, crack, goodbye.
Oh and in between all this flying and falling, you have to dodge obstacles that are waylaying your path for no apparent reason.
And the only one keeping the yellow man alive - is you. All depends on how skillful you are at balancing the dodging, falling and rising.

Talk about virtual reality, huh?
XD

Someday I'd like to meet whoever's controlling the mouse on my life-sized facebook game.
I'll teach them a thing or two about cheat codes.

However.
This rotten person who cannot use the mouse to save his- no wait, my- life?
It's probably me.

Argh.
It would be so nice to blame the crap on someone else, y'know?
Just believe that everything stupid and unreasonable that happens to you - someone else's fault.
Wallow in self pity, et al.

Oh wait. That's what we have a god for.

Gah.

Heh. It must be irony.
Nothing else sucks as much.

[P.S. The title. Don't ask. Probably the best line Chuck Palahniuk ever wrote. One of them, anyway.]