Since a few weeks I have my own farm, about seven fish tanks and I'm member of a Mafia-Gang. Every morning I get up and attend to my tomatos, potatoes, cranberries, cows, chickens, pinguins, multiple fish and then steal, fight, rob and murder my way through New York.
Yes, I got hooked on those terrible social games on facebook. Yes, I do know that they are anything but original or even extremely well animated and that they rely on your emotional attachment to the teary eyed cow asking you to adopt them before a virtual butcher comes and slaughters them mercilessly. Or in the case of MafiaWars, they rely on your deep resentment against the whole world and know that deep inside of us we all would like to go out and shoot people to death.
At least, that's how I explain myself my attachment to something that so obviously tries to steal money out of your pockets and is not even that well made to pretend it is all because of the great gaming atmosphere or graphics. It is just to easy to be successfull in those games. You can easily plant pineapples next to some potatoes on the same soil covered in snow and still gain money and experience and not just a smack over the head for completely ignoring the laws of nature. Your fish smile on you happily and not just die no matter how well you treat them (as I was told by some owners fish tend to do rather frequently). When you go and kill someone, you are actually rewarded for that and don't just end up being institulized for being a psychopathic mass murderer.
And that is the good side. In really bad times I sit on front of my laptop waiting for the plants to grow, the tank to go dirty and the Energy to crawl up again for hours. I want to reach certain goals, a next level, enough money for that fancy pink seaweed. And one week ago I was talking to a friend, admitting that I don't even like to plant tomatoes in the real world. I knew I had a problem by then, but I had to adopt last teary eyed penguin being molsted by polar bears so he had to flee his ice floe. And this tuna that was about to being slaughtered to become salad.
A friend suggeted to sue the gaming developers for emotional harrasement, but I'm afraid I'm already to far gone. I survived chatting to friends on facebook. I was able to stop taking quizzes telling me what famous horse film star I was most alike. And I did get over joining groups that united Haters of the yellow shirt wearers. But this time facebook has done it. It has eaten what some might call my soul. Before, I was ashamed of wanting to know what Disney princess I was alike and why I wanted to join a group that did make no sense at all. Now I don't even bother to hide it anymore.
Facebook is evil and it wants to suck the life out of you and then take over the world, while we are glued to our fish tanks. Or maybe, they just like to earn money...maybe.
Eure
Friederike
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