Kick a pigeon.
Make a legend.

The Kick A Pigeon flock — all 16 characters

• Carrrl — The Lovable Disaster. “I'm basically Bird #1.” Carrrl means well. He always means well — which is exactly how he flooded the breadcrumb supply, leaked the flock's group chat, and knocked the whole Codex numbering off by one. Lands upside down roughly every time. Somehow everyone's favorite.
• Reginald — The Gentleman. “I am far too distinguished to be kicked.” A monocle-and-top-hat gentleman who is far too distinguished to be kicked. Files a formal complaint mid-flight, then adjusts his monocle and pretends the landing was his idea all along.
• Crumbs — The Bottomless Beak. “Just one more bite…” Has never once stopped eating. Leaves a trail of bread wherever he's launched, which only summons more pigeons. Nobody has ever actually seen him swallow.
• Lil' Nuggey — The Tiny Menace. “SQUEAK!” A tiny, perfectly round baby pigeon who hasn't learned to coo yet, so he squeaks. Far too confident for his size. Bounces instead of flies.
• Concrete Greg — The Unbothered. “Greg has seen things.” Born under a freeway overpass, missing one toe, fears nothing. Greg has seen things. Greg will peck a hawk.
• Karennn — The Complaint Department. “Let me speak to the sky's manager.” Demands to speak to whoever is in charge of the sky. Has notes on the wind, the altitude, and your kicking technique. A one-star review is already incoming.
• Beans — The Caffeine Incident. “i'm-fine-i'm-fine-i'm-fine” Has had approximately nine espressos. Vibrates in place even while standing perfectly still. Launches about twice as fast as physics should reasonably allow.
• Mort — The Mood. “*heavy sigh*” Looks perpetually dead inside. Sighs heavily when kicked, as if he fully expected this. Honestly relieved to be going somewhere — anywhere.
• Betti Spaghetti — The Noodle. “wheeeeeee—” Her neck is impossibly, illegally long. Flails like a wet noodle through the entire flight and stays airborne by sheer confusion. Should not be physically possible. Is.
• Sir Flaps-a-Lot — The Knight. “For the park bench!” A noble knight in genuine tinfoil armor he crafted himself. Sworn to protect the realm of the park bench. His lance is a discarded straw.
• Cyber-Coo — The Glitch. “COO.EXE is running.” Half pigeon, half whatever was in the dumpster behind the electronics store. One eye is a laser. Coos in binary and dreams of an electric park bench.
• Gymbruh — The Swole One. “You even lift, bro?” Abnormally swole for a bird that eats crumbs. Flexes at the apex of every single launch. Never skips wing day. Constantly asks if you even lift.
• Pigzilla — The Almost-Kaiju. “Not a kaiju. Yet.” Just slightly too big. Not a kaiju — yet. His landings register on tiny seismographs and his coo rattles nearby windows.
• Disco Dave — The Sparkle Machine. “Stayin' alive, baby.” Permanently dressed for Saturday night, 1977. Every feather is a sequin. Leaves a trail of glitter that is impossible to fully clean up. Ever.
• The Influencer — The Main Character. “blessed ✨ #punted” Pauses mid-launch to pout for a selfie. Will not fly off until the lighting is right. Caption already written, hashtags loaded.
• DJ Coo — The Next Big Thing. “11 monthly listeners and climbing.” Wears tiny headphones and is always on the ones and twos. Every launch drops a beat. Has 11 monthly listeners and an unshakeable belief he's about to blow up.