Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Facebook games need to STFU!


You aren't games, you aren't even remotely fun. Somehow you have tricked lonely housewives and tween aged girls into thinking that the
more time they invest and the more times that they clean out a fish tank or milk a cow that the game is rewarding them. It isn't a reward, it is a reminder to the rest of the world why they hate us. We live in such opulence that since most of us don't clean up after ourselves that we feel guilty and channel it into our tiny little farms and cities.

It's sad.

It is also very annoying. Being greeted day after day with requests from my friends to help them
find a hammer or a saw is pretty annoying. What about or present or past friendship makes you believe that I want to help you find a pixel shovel, seriously? Seeing post after post of someone trying to get me to help them accomplish some meaningless task in this game is infuriating. I almost want to get into my car, drive to their REAL house and punch them in their ACTUAL nose.

Leave me alone. No one cares about your fish tank. No one cares about your stupid fucking mini city where your little homies live. It isn't fun or interesting to anyone else. Keep wasting your days getting yourself infected with malware, spyware and potential viruses, but don't assume that I want to join you.

Assholes.

This is only further proof that Facebook isn't really for friends. My real friends wouldn't want me to help them harvest wood for a barn to put their virtual sheep in.

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