In the subculture that is World of Warcraft, skilled players can acquire a "vanity pet" known as Plump Turkey.
We have, until now, been immersed in our own noxious subculture, so this one has passed us by. As far as we can ascertain, players who "do" such-and-such are "rewarded" with a ridiculous bird who sacrifices himself at the first opportunity.
Where's the fantasy in that? Brain-damaged animals are everywhere in the real world. This planet is, apparently, littered with them!
This shows us, sadly, that the worlds of fantasy and reality have collided. Neither can remain pure any longer. Neither is safe from the other. When institutions fail in one, they fail in the other. Illness and corruption travel freely.
Suicidal life forms from other planets are already well known to us (as here and here). Now the contagion has spread even in the worlds of imagination!
All hail suicide food, the Universal Constant!
(Thanks to Dr. Kim for the referral. Plump Turkey table from warcraftpets.com.)
Addendum: The pigs of Angry Birds are also electronic gaming-related suicidal misfits. Not only did they steal the birds' eggs in a deliberate act of wanton destruction sure to bring vicious reprisals upon themselves. No, they have also made hams their totem! Look! They go to such lengths, erecting massive, Byzantine structures, all to house the hams that used to be their own! How do we know the hams are theirs? Look at them! The hogs have been reduced to spherical, limbless, hamless heads!