Emus are a cranky lot. You’d probably be, too, if you were a flightless bird. I mean, as some unfortunate evolutionary defect, not only do they pine away their days jealously watching their aviary brethren soar high, like nature intended, but now humans want to herd and pen them, like common cattle. Why? I don’t know. There’s not much meat upon them. And they’re ugly. Must be for the feathers.
[Ed. note: This is a preview of a
non-final, non-production prototype of the game. Our opinions reflect that of
the game at the time we played it; the final product may feature some slight
variation in game play, art, and components.]