Ever since I was but a wee child my frivolous old mother would tell me; "You will never match falling tiles to images of anthropomorphic animal's feet."

I never gave up hope.

It was a hot and steamy September morning. I sat at my cracked computer-monitor-screen. The Earth was melting and society itself was breaking down. I had almost lost all hope of matching falling tiles to images of anthropomorphic animal's feet. I opened Steam's sale page.

What's this game on sale? The thumbnail caught my eye, then the name made time itself stand still around me. "Furry... Feet?" I muttered. Surely my eyes deceived me. I blinked my dry, crusty, bloodshot eyes and focused them again on the cracked computer-monitor-screen. "Furry. Feet."

I stood up from my desk and waddled to the living room, picking up my stained fanny pack full of stolen credit cards. After inputting about a half-dozen, one finally worked. Furry Feet was in my Steam library. It was installing. My 12 KPH download speed was working hard to download every bit and byte. Matching falling tiles to images of anthropomorphic animals feet was within my grasp. Steam notified me the game had finished downloading.

I pressed play and as Furry Feet loaded, my $2,000 pre-built gaming PC from Ronald PC Hardware Expert worked it's hardest to boot up the game. The fans spurred to life and the poorly secured case rattled. As I waited, it dawned on me. I would finally show mummy what for.

The main menu appeared on my cracked computer-monitor-screen. My jaw hit the floor with a thud and my eyes popped out of my skull. "Furry Feet" it proudly displayed. I wasted no time booting up the first level and relishing in the finely tuned gameplay. It was all I dreamed of. It was all I hoped for. Matching falling tiles to images of anthropomorphic animal's feet. Astounding. Revolutionary, even. Every being on this planet deserves to experience such a masterpiece.