I held out as long as I could but a friend of mine (I won't tell you their name but their initials are Krista) pleaded with me to be her neighbor so that she could get to the next level. I was assured that I wouldn't have to do anything except sign up and accept her as my neighbor. The Facebook application equivalent of "the first one's free". Because you can't just do nothing. I mean you can, but then your six plowed plots get nasty and withered and weedy. And I was happy with that. So what happened between seedy vacant lot and public implorations for virtual house building supplies? I really don't know. I think the tipping point was when I customized my farmer-self. I didn't want pigtails. And I wanted sassy red lips. Bam. Committed. I started planting seeds. And then people gave me cute cartoon cows and horses. A pink diamond appeared over their heads. I had to milk the cows. Damn it.
I've even started fertilizing my neighbors' lands and feeding their chickens. Why? Hello, experience points. And if the chickens are really happy then they lay a mystery egg. I'm now scouring my friends' pages looking to see if they found a mystery egg so I can hatch it. (Side note: "hatching" consists of clicking a button that says "Hatch egg". Just wanted to clear that up.) But I'm now so entrenched in Farmville that I get pissed off when I hatch an egg and get another damn chicken. Yes, yes, logic states that chickens come from hatched eggs. But I've gotten collectibles from mystery eggs. Oh yeah, I'm also desperately looking for collectibles so that I can complete a collection and get a special gift. I actually did complete a collection once and my gift was fuel. What do I hate more than hatching chickens? Getting more fuel. I've seen farms with elephants. I want an elephant. Not gasoline. I can get that in real life. I don't, however, have many opportunities for elephants in Burbank.
Excuse me, my raspberries are ready to harvest and my foal needs brushing.
Amenities of Room 1225: Paned windows. Adjacent to petting zoo. All-You-Can-Eat Omelette Bar.
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