Facebook Games: an Addict’s Sarcastic Story
A few years ago, my wife convinced me to join the 21st century and create an account on Facebook with the promise of reclaiming long lost friends and keeping in touch with those I already have. Now, all the people that never talked to me
in high school are commenting on pictures of my children and complaining about the drama in their lives.
I probably would have given the whole thing up had it not been for the digital heroin that is Facebook games. It all started with the now famous Mafia Wars, where I made my way up the crime chain level by level until I had hundreds of properties and was a Mafia bad boy.
Mafia Wars seemed so benign. All my friends were doing it, so I didn’t think it was a problem. I was checking it several times a day, but I could have quit at any time if I really wanted to. After a while, Mafia Wars wasn’t giving me what I needed, so I looked around for a different game to play. Mafia Wars was my gateway game.
I had always been interested in the sci-fi and fantasy genres and began playing a game called Castle Age. I needed friends to really make a dent in the game, so I began sending out requests to join Castle Age and I had a few takers. I had become a game pusher.














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