Bunny Stealer Pro

The ingenuity demonstrated by whatever engineer of such an involved project indeed speaks to a pulling demand for expression, rather than a simple want. But not by the creator himself. Rather, the unknown feeling of a great something draws me in to this simple game. The project seems to have, rather than been created, been leveraged directly out of the person's cloth, cleaved by sheer magnitude; the fabric's hash spread and torn by an idea of such magnificent charge as might not be accommodated by any fabricated corral of a poor burdened mind. What is doing the leveraging is anyone's guess. Just as the little stars which play on the sea's gentle tide, those dazzling pins quite in contrast to their great blue cushion, the kaleidoscope of rainbow colors which pierce my eyes as the flashes crescendo and expire with all too much haste along the undulating surface. So too in this way does Bunny Stealer Pro only hint at the much larger sun, a sharp though-point to something we are all blinded to. So too does it lay hold of my eyes, as though it's a matter of course; and it holds them tense as a fist for as long as there is something still to see. As Bunny Stealer Pro's kaleidoscope colors fade away, we can only await for Scoobert Doobert to manifest his sun's contiguous reflections, and pursue any next appearance on a dull sea of possibilities with eyes ever hungrily stirring. 5 star very good