Congratulations! You’ve been chosen by Azathoth, the god of cosmic madness, to become his squawking, flapping, poop-splattering vessel of destruction. Now imbued with eldritch purpose (and an endless digestive cycle), it’s time to turn the 'peaceful' town into a ruin full of fear, feathers, and fast food. 

Dive-bomb innocent civilians, “leave a mark” in the most humiliating way possible, and feast on hamburgers, hot dogs, and takoyaki. Your acts of avian anarchy trigger escalating levels of chaos, from startled screams to full-blown apocalyptic destruction.