Crikey?
Interesting game. Aside from the amateur hour graphics and the poorly placed "crickey" verbalization's coming from a U.S. expat (Mrs. Irwin,) the game itself was akin to a mild concussion. I fear is I had played the game any longer I might lose consciousness and slip into an unretrievable coma.
I'm certain the author is simply some child acting out from his bedroom. Perhaps he's in time-out and decided to share the misery with others. Regardless of the rationale, the "game" represents some of the crucial societal ills that are plaguing our nation and others. No longer are we allowed to morn the loss of a well known and well liked celebrity without pundits and critics weighing in and giving us their expert opinions instead of just taking a moment to give the family a bit of peace.
No, it's garbage like this "game" that just adds to the misery that the Irwin family is experiencing at this very moment. Imagine when a close friend goes to Terri and explains that some punk decided to make a funny game that exploits the death of her husband. Although, I do find some humor in the thought that Terri might come hunting for you (the author) instead of the stingray. At least the stingray was reacting based on instinct, whereas the author of this "game" appears to be pandering for nothing more than a few minutes of fame, be it negative or positive.
I look forward to your awkward attempt to discredit my post as you have done with other naysayers. Just keep in mind that not everyone shares you utter contempt for human life. Some people actually place value in friends and family, whereas you appear to be nothing more than pond scum. (No, strike that, I wouldn't want to insult pond scum.)