I don’t know how many of you enjoy playing those soul sucking and crack addition like games on Facebook but, Hello, my name is Dawn and I’m a Gameaholic.
I play my games daily. I look forward to a good Saturday morning when I can expand my farm and then take the time to move each and every chicken to a new location.
But in these games really all you need is Love….Love…Love is all you need. From Farmville or Frontierville or Ravenwood Fair Neighbors. Not just neighbors who started a farm and left it to wither away so that every time you visit them, you see the pink “hungry” markers above their animals’ heads. At that point, the markers really represent “starving” and you’re looking for the PETA option to thrust upon these irresponsible Farm Abandoners.
Along the way you may be “friended” by people who want your Neighbor Skills and Loyalty. People who want to swap gifts as much as possible to meet goals. People who want to ….visit your farm!
And there’s nothing wrong with that. You may become friends who eventually write something on each other’s walls. Or not. You might just show your unwavering dedication by simply swapping and visiting daily.
While checking out your friend’s wall however, there are times you will look over your friend’s shoulder to see that they have this other dedicated Game Friend. And you notice this Game Friend’s name every day. Meaning, they are quite attentive to the game and willing to share the goodies. You don’t know this person and you want to. You want them to send you nails and bricks. You want to get bushels from them. You want to ….Feed Their Chickens!
But you wonder….Will this reflect strangely on me if I contact this third party and name drop our mutual game playing friend and ask Third Party if they want to chill out with me night after night, swapping animal feed, holiday lights and baby turkeys? Will my current Game Neighbors feel slighted? Or will they widen the circle, and step back so we can all hold hands together?
But the thirst for the Game and Devoted Neighbors is too strong. Facebook Email Sent.
This was me. Just two days ago. I won’t use the real name here because her name is way too cool and distinct. But I saw it all over two of my Game Neighbors’ walls….the gifts, the visits, the Dedication! Finally, I contacted her…..and she accepted my proposal. Finally, the name I’d been seeing daily that was disconnected from my game, was intermingled amongst my normal cast of characters on my Facebook wall! It was a breathtaking moment to behold and see that I now have a pact with one more Player of Substance!
However, it may have come with a price.
Remember, the real name isn’t used here. But I did rather enjoy saying her unusual and cool name out loud….so much that Honey is doing it too. Only we’ve invented an accent to go with it as well. Imagine saying Dorothy Hopkins. Now say it like this – Dahr-Ah-Thee HoP-kins. We’ve invented some old school bowling alley accent in Queens for this name. It rolls off the tongue.
After I enjoyed being privy to Dahr-a-thee’s farm and gifts, I eventually went to bed. And had a nightmare. Hannibal Lector was locked in the basement where I was staying. He sat upright in a chair, his wrists bound. He was dangerous and seemed pretty darn uncool about his situation. A woman came down to check on things and also decided to fill the Wall Mount Type Hand Soap Dispenser with sweet potatoes….as it was attached to a large crib, where an elderly person slept.
Eventually Hannibal got loose (Naturally. It isn’t a great nightmare unless you can’t scream, run or be completely safe.) I happened to be in the kitchen area looking at the basement door (think kitchen set up from A Christmas Story). Only the top part of the door to the basement looked like an oven door – glass and see through. And…..with a reddish light behind it – illuminating Hannibal’s face behind the door! He slammed the door open, as quick as a Venus Fly Trap on an unsuspecting insect and hit The Man of the House (whoever that was – one of those Dream Prop People that you don’t know but is assigned to a role) with it, then grabbed him and pulled him into the basement. WHAM! Just like that! And I knew he wouldn’t be back. I walked the downtown area with my daughter in the cold, avoiding going back there but knowing we had nowhere else to sleep.
Dream over. And I wake to a Sunday, full of gaming possibilities! I had to think to myself though, why….why would I have this dream?
Humanling and I ran out to the store eventually today. On the way out of the store, we were walking behind a rather tall truck in a parking spot. I kept my eyes on it as I’d noticed the reverse lights going on and Humanling was closest to it. Sure enough, she started to back out and in my Super Zero efforts to protect the innocent, I instead whapped the innocent in the eye, full force with the back of my blue gloved hand. That particular play was meant for me to protectively reach to corral her in my arms. Instead, she yelled, really loudly.
Once we got home, she was finally speaking to me just a little bit (that whole deal with wanting hot chocolate with marshmallows will snap a kid out of it). I hate making 2nd trips into the house with bags and loaded up with all of them. Unfortunately the kid at the beer store gave me a flimsy plastic cobweb to hold six 16.9 ounce glass bottles. Two of the depressed ones tried to leap. I caught one. The other succeeded, a foamy death on the driveway blacktop.
And it leads me to wonder….is this a karmic gaming trade off? A steady Pig Slop partner for the price of an Otherwordly oven cannibal, glove slap to the kid’s eye and Angst Ridden Tall Cold One? is it all worth it for the glory of my newest Gibraltar-like acquisition for the game?
Nothing that a dream catcher, a mug of hot cocoa with mini marshmallows and a better grip can’t fix. You betcha. Dahr-A-Thee Hop-Kins.
