Everyone was playing it. They told me not to try it. They told me it’s addicting and a total time suck.
To see what all the hype was about, I downloaded it on my phone.
I played level one.
I played level two.
I played level three.
And then? WHAT THE FUCK?!
I let the time pass, desperately longing to crush little candies again.
I played levels four, five, six, seven, even level eight.
Until it happened again!
Why did I even care? Why was I so upset?
I was aware of how silly I was being, but I wanted to slide my finger over the brightly colored candies so badly it hurt!
The next thing I knew, I had accidentally spent $20.79 at the iTunes store on more lives.
I was telling my co-workers how weak I had become, when one of them told me there is a way to hack your phone. All you have to do is set the date and time of your phone in the future. Each time you die, just go back into your settings and set it ahead even farther. If you didn’t this already, I apologize. Because each time you set your phone back to the right time, you realize how extreme your candy crush addiction has become.
But dammit, I finally passed stupid Level 28.
I’ve only been playing since Monday night, and already I think about these little candies all the time. I try to form strategies to get a striped candy lined up next to a sprinkled candy. And I’m constantly singing Beyonce songs in my head.
I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly.
Has Candy Crush taken over your life? Is this game evil?