Facebook games and I have a cycle.
There is a short initial cycle of interest, usually accompanied by a burst of activity, followed by a period of peak interaction with friends/neighbors, followed by a quick decline in interest leading to me telling Facebook to not allow a given game access to post any more messages or notifications.
The whole cycle can last anywhere from minutes (CivWorld) to months (The Agency: Covert Ops), and the list of games I have played is almost embarrassingly long. But they all end up the same. Or at least the ones that don’t fold up shop while I am still playing do at least. I’ve had that happen to me a couple of times.
But usually it is interest, a quick peak, and then wishing the whole thing would shut up and go away.
And so, it was just a question of time before The Sims Social peaked and became a chore.
Frankly, I have never been very interested in The Sims in any case. I was a big Sim City fan, back in the day, but down at the individual Sim level, I get bored. I am not much on decorating and such. And so, while I cleared most of my yard, my home remains pretty close to the starting point.
And as amusing as it is to imagine relationships as selecting from a menu of options like “Gossip” or “Express Appreciation,” the whole thing wore off pretty quickly.
Even my sim wasn’t feeling it.
Soon I was getting notifications on my wall about friendships in danger because I had not bothered to visit. Needy bitches!
I decided if I was going to wrap this game up and block it off, I might as well explore all routes. So I figured it was time to hit the insult button.
Tobold, as it turns out, is pretty thick skinned. I guess our relationship was pretty solid, as even implying his mother was a llama did not seem to phase him.
Of course, I have to imagine if there has been something about his bathroom decor choices, it might have moved him more.
But no, I could sit there and insult him until I ran out of energy and there was no change. There even appeared to be benefits from rudeness.
I am not sure what a bad mood potion does… or why it requires, among other things, left overs… but now I have one. And my guy is clearly enjoying himself as he checks off insults from his notepad. Insults work for me. It must be that Oscar the Grouch, happy when I’m angry, angry when I am happy thing.
I guess that it makes sense that apologize is on the list of options once you go the insult route, but flirt? Is there some sort of “make up sex” dimension here?
Anyway, insulting Tobold was turning into work, so I went searching for other victims. I quickly found a relationship that was almost on the rocks as it was. One insult was all it took!
As with everything else, there is an option to share the news of your new ex-friendship with the world!
Being an ex-friend doesn’t seem to change much. Sure, there is that gray frowny face, and the insult options are up by default when you interact.
But the door is still open. I can still walk around his house, use his shower, and so on. I cannot sleep in his bed now, only take a nap. Among the other options
- Cat fight
- Remember the bad
- Insult haircut
- Mock their dancing
You can also wander around their home and retune the TV channels, change the pre-sets on their stereo, re-arrange the keyboard on their computer (set to Dvorak I guess), steal their food, and place a fish in their bed.
I am not sure what this is all in furtherance of. Is there some sort of negative relationship tree to climb here? Can I become somebody’s arch enemy? Will that unlock some evil decor options?
Anyway, that kept me playing The Sims Social for at least one more day.
Epilog: If you imply that Tobold’s mother is a llama, he will eventually unfriend you on Facebook. He seemed thick skinned, but I guess that skin just holds in all his deep seated resentment.