Farmville: The Addiction
A/N: This was written by my sister, not by me. She doesn't have wattpad so I posted it for her. WARNING: mentions of suicide.
It starts with a few minutes, here and there, checking it once or twice a day. You send a few requests to your friends here and there. It soon grew to more. Minute by minute, hour by hour, it slowly became an addiction. You started naming your plants, singing to them to make them grow faster.
You start to pull away from your friends and family. They send you to therapy for the first time. You meet some people there that are similar to you, but your case is more desperate. As soon as you get out, you go right back to Farmville.
You completely cut off from your friends and family. You become reclusive, you don't answer any calls. You stop paying your bills, and live off bottled water and a generator in your basement, that gives off only enough power to charge your laptop. You let yourself go.
You start planting things every second, so there is always something to do. You quit your job. You begin worshiping your laptop as your life, the thing that brings you Farmville. You soon meet a group. They call themselves the farmers. They become your new friends and only social contact. You sit for hours at the local library, playing Farmville. You already lost your house, but you don't care.
One of the farmers died today. He forgot to eat because he was too consumed in Farmville. He forgot the food he created could not sustain his physical form, even though it fed his soul. You are at his funeral. You decide to try going without Farmville, but within ten minutes, you are shaking and trembling with withdrawal. You end up curled up in the corner playing Farmville.
You decide to get a job at Facebook so you can afford Farmville expansions, and the little food you need to sustain life. You remain in the library 24/7 every single day, living off of vending machine snacks. Then, it stops. A huge lawsuit to Facebook for addictive behavior and death causes a Farmville shut down.
You try the spin off games, but you get nowhere near the same high. Nothing can compare to your beloved Farmville. You can't live without it. You pull out a gun and press it against your forehead.
"I'll see you on the other side, Farmville," you whisper. Then you pull the trigger.
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