"Version 1.5.2 has ruined me!" he wailed. "My tuning cards! All my legendary parts! They’re… common now!"
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.'" angry birds go 1.5.2
The race began.
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. "Version 1
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!" They’re… common now
"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!"
As the podium rose, King Pig didn't get a trophy. Instead, a new notification appeared on every racer's screen: