This is the sort of meta fiction I create when playing a game like Assassins Creed II. I really liked heading to the pidgeon coop, and learning who the pidgeons had ordered to be killed in their infinite wisdom.
oh damn.
I'm glad all we have out here is, like, blue jays and junk.
The pidgeons all stay at McDonald's and Wal-Mart. Suppose I should have known.
Well someone has to keep an eye on those people. Who better then the pigeons?
http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/
