Poor Bunny is the perfect example of a game that uses a charming exterior to hide a truly frantic, reflex-testing core. My first thought when I downloaded it was, "This is adorable! A big-eyed bunny hopping for carrots, how relaxing." That relaxing feeling lasted about ten seconds before the first spikes popped out of the ground and skewered my innocent avatar. That's when I realized the "Poor Bunny" title wasn't a lament, it was a warning.
The experience is a pure, concentrated hit of arcade adrenaline. It throws you into a small, fixed-screen platform, and the moment you start, the game's sole mission is to overwhelm you. The simplicity is what makes it so addictive: you never feel cheated, only slow. It’s a brilliant high-score chaser that demands precision, foresight, and nerves of steel. I found myself repeatedly saying, "Just one more run," because every death felt like an avoidable mistake, driving me to immediately try again to shave milliseconds off my reaction time.