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F.E.A.R. 2 To Be Advertised On Cats In London
arcticstoat writes "Warner Bros has revealed that it plans to advertise its forthcoming shooter, F.E.A.R. 2: Project Origin, via a clowder of black cats roaming the streets of London on the game's launch day on Friday 13th. Branded a 'cat-vertising campaign', the scheme will see the specially trained black moggies sporting F.E.A.R. 2 cat clothing. The idea, according to Warner Bros, is that the creepy kitties will 'capture the attention of superstitious passers-by,' as Friday 13th is famous for its supposed bad luck and a black cat crossing your path was listed at number 5 in a recent survey of Britain's superstitions and signs of bad luck."
Hire a bunch of creepy little girls?
Clowder. Rhymes with chowder. Coincidence?
There is no such thing as a trained cat.
It's a law of nature that if you want a cat to do something, it will do anything else.
Unfortunately, if I were to see one of these cats outside when the ad campaign is live, the entire spooky/creepy effect would be lost on me and I'd assume many others like me, as I'd immediately associate cats with messages on them with "o hai! u can haz feer 2?"
Demanding constant attention will only lead to attention.
Perhaps you misunderstood your big brother when he was bragging about all the pussy he has eaten...
I've abandoned my search for truth; now I'm just looking for some useful delusions.
This will be the one day in which it is morally defensible to fight back. When else can you delete an ad by running it over with your car or having your dog it eat? Experience with popups has trained me to "kill" them as soon as I see them, so when I see a cat with an ad on it, I'll just react, and kill the furry little bastard.
That's ok,
The next stunt is they will be throwing turkeys out of a helicopter.
Do not look at laser with remaining good eye.
I've had a black cat since 1994. When I got it, I lived in a trailer house in the middle of Nebraska.
Now I live in several multi-million dollar mansions scattered across the world and have three jets and a NASCAR racecar.
For a living, I act sad about the "recession" (Oh haha, if you only knew...) and tell people how bad things are for me.
Then I cruise out on my hyperdrive helicopter and back to my home planet.
Silly rabbit, civilizations are not for humans.
will they be walking the cats on leashes, or will they be peeling them off the street with a spatula at the end of the day?
she was the daughter of a wealthy florentine pogen read em and weep was her adjustable slogan
I swear to GOD I thought they could fly...