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¡Angry Birds celebra su 15 aniversario con un montón de eventos emocionantes!

Autor : Joseph Actualizar : Feb 25,2025

¡Angry Birds celebra su 15 aniversario con un montón de eventos emocionantes!

Rovio Entertainment celebra el 15 aniversario de Angry Birds con una serie de eventos en el juego y celebraciones de franquicias más amplias. Del 11 de noviembre al 16 de diciembre, los jugadores pueden participar en eventos especiales en Angry Birds 2 , Angry Birds Friends y Angry Birds Dream Blast .

Eventos de aniversario en el juego:

  • Angry Birds Friends (del 11 al 17 de noviembre): "Angryversary: ​​Nostalgia Flight" - Una semana del torneo que regresa al juego original de Angry Birds, ofreciendo a los jugadores la oportunidad de revisar la acción clásica de chasquido.
  • Angry Birds 2 (21 de noviembre - 28): "Evento de sombrero de aniversario" - se centra en utilizar sombreros para encender pájaros.
  • Angry Birds Dream Blast (12 al 16 de diciembre): "Evento de jigsaw" - Los jugadores resuelven rompecabezas, burbujas pop y acompañan rojo en una aventura en la isla.

Más allá de los juegos:

La celebración del 15 aniversario de Rovio se extiende más allá de los juegos en sí. Las colaboraciones con artistas independientes han producido nueva música, arte digital y proyectos relacionados con la comida. También se están lanzando dos nuevos cómics, que recuerdan al estilo original Angry Birds Classic Comics . Además, Rovio ha lanzado Angry Birds Mystery Island: A Hatchlings Adventure , una serie animada y una tercera película de Angry Birds está actualmente en desarrollo.

Los jugadores pueden participar en los eventos de aniversario descargando Angry Birds 2 , Angry Birds Friends y Angry Birds Dream Blast de Google Play Store.

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