Farmville Reviewed By an Ex-Farmhand
source: http://blog.laptopmag.com/farmville-reviewed-by-an-ex-farmhand
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Before moving to the big city I used to live on a dairy farm. Cows, chickens, barn cats (and rats), tractors, sweet corn, hay bales, wild coyotes—the whole shebang. So, as an ex-farmboy, it was only an eventuality that the duty would befall me to review Facebook’s Farmville. With more than 82.5 million active users and counting, this “real-time farm simulation” game lets you start from scratch to cultivate a menagerie of flora and fauna throughout your virtual rolling estate.
While tens of millions of sheeple out there are lining up in droves to get in on what can only be described as a Facebook phenomenon, this editor entered the Farmville scene with considerable doubts.
After all, I’ve been there in real life. I know what it’s like to spend an entire afternoon baking away in the mid-July sun while stacking wagon after filled-to-the-brim wagon with bales of crispy Timothy (a type of grass, for the uninitiated, and common grub for the common cow). I’ve helped Holstein mothers deliver their calves by myself with nothing but a bucket of warm water, a pair of birthing chains, and a can-do attitude. I’ve been chased through more than one electric fence by unruly bulls, whose ferocity and rippling body mass are only rivaled by their refusal to listen to reason. The bar has been set pretty high for Farmville, is what I’m trying to say here.
So, when my editors assigned me to rate the Farmville experience against the real thing, I couldn’t really argue with them. I am the most qualified, after all. And despite my currently immaculate, milky white palms, I can’t help but remember a time when they contained more calluses than…well, a farmhand.
http://blog.laptopmag.com/farmville-reviewed-by-an-ex-farmhand
While tens of millions of sheeple out there are lining up in droves to get in on what can only be described as a Facebook phenomenon, this editor entered the Farmville scene with considerable doubts.
After all, I’ve been there in real life. I know what it’s like to spend an entire afternoon baking away in the mid-July sun while stacking wagon after filled-to-the-brim wagon with bales of crispy Timothy (a type of grass, for the uninitiated, and common grub for the common cow). I’ve helped Holstein mothers deliver their calves by myself with nothing but a bucket of warm water, a pair of birthing chains, and a can-do attitude. I’ve been chased through more than one electric fence by unruly bulls, whose ferocity and rippling body mass are only rivaled by their refusal to listen to reason. The bar has been set pretty high for Farmville, is what I’m trying to say here.
So, when my editors assigned me to rate the Farmville experience against the real thing, I couldn’t really argue with them. I am the most qualified, after all. And despite my currently immaculate, milky white palms, I can’t help but remember a time when they contained more calluses than…well, a farmhand.
http://blog.laptopmag.com/farmville-reviewed-by-an-ex-farmhand
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SirSalem
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Greatest article on Farmville ever!
- 2 years ago
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SirSalem
