I am obsessed.
“Oh jali..” some of you might say. “You’ve said this before. What’s your new obsession?” ::group sighing in unison impatiently::
It’s a game called Mafia Wars. ::cue doom-type music: Duh-Dah-Duh::
I started playing the game on Facebook, at the invitation of a high school friend that I hadn’t spoken to in over 20 years. My plan was to join, then ignore the game, just to pacify Ray. I was getting tired of all the increasingly urgent requests for my participation, and figured I’d take the five minutes or so to register and that would be the end of it.
Registration was easy. I needed to choose a character type: Mogul, Fearless or Maniac. (of COURSE I chose “maniac” – I was afraid that I’d be refused the title “mogul” based on my current credit score, and since I’m the original punk, “fearless” just ain’t jali. Maniac suits my personality perfectly anyway, so I clicked the button.
I was in.
I wasn’t very busy so I decided to give the game a go. ::cue doom-type music: Duh-Dah-Duuuuh::
My first assignment as a Maniac Street Thug was a mugging. ::click:: Simple job, simple payoff and I was hooked.
I used all my energy in a couple of moments on simple jobs, and started expending my stamina on fights. I lost my first fight and I lost my freedom at the same moment. I was determined to win at all costs and I started playing almost all the time.
I took a day off from work and I was accused of taking time off to play the game. Sooo not true. I had…ah… other stuff to do that day. I just finished that stuff early and didn’t have anything else I needed to do, so I played for a little while. (yes, I could see that pile of laundry, those unvacuumed rugs, that pile of dishes: &$%^ you!)
I leveled up pretty quickly and added to my Mafia. After about a month of playing the game, I was at level 170 with 2400 people in my Mafia with billions and billions in the bank.
I read a message on the main page of Facebook one day, warning people of hackers on the site and asking everyone to block invitations from certain members since they could take over your RL email account. I checked my list of friends and felt safe – I didn’t let the wolves in.
I tried to log in to Facebook another morning and read a message that almost broke my heart: “Your account has been disabled due to violations of the Facebook terms of service”. Looks like someone got me. I sent urgent texts to my Facebook friends that my account and my email were hacked then tried to access my Mafia Wars game from the Zynga (the game creator) site.
My MW game was connected to Facebook and unretrievable.
I wasn’t concerned with losing Facebook privileges. I only cared about my Mafia Wars game. With a disabled account, there was no way to access my game in progress. My heart cried for loss of my achievements, my money, my Mafia.
I needed to start again, on a new social networking site with new friends.
Tagged is a social networking site that’s less visited than MySpace or Facebook. The draw for me was that I could play Mafia Wars there and I quickly registered and started scouting for friends who would be willing to play the game.
That was a week ago.
Today I’m a level 45 with 83 in my Mafia. I have $130,450,976 in my account and I’m going strong.
I’m able to write this now, only because I have a little time to kill to allow my energy and stamina to rebuild.
Oh, if you decide to come to to visit, I’m known as “jali, pissed at FB” – join my team.