I've enjoyed playing you and making new farmer friends, but the time has come to say good-bye.
I know we've been going together for two years. We started off with the puppy love of four plots and a chicken or two, growing into two substantial farms, my home and your English one. I love the animals we collected and bred, but again, you became far too time consuming. Building a gazillion orchards and making my arborist obsolete, but not giving me enough herders to harvest my critters with one click. I became frustrated when I would have a unique foal to put into my nursery barn only to have it grow up into a stupid black horse.
I love the mini-challenges you provided, but the Lady Gaga challenge was simply the last straw.
--Not that I have anything against Lady Gaga, shoot, she's a marketing guru to use that platform to kick-off her new album/tour/whatever. That was pure genius. Wish I could sell my books that way.
I really hate to say this, Farmville, but you've simply become too much work. What used to take minutes a day in our relationship, soon became hours were devoted to making it work.
My addiction of you must stop.
A week ago, I harvested all my crops and plowed my fields. And then, I wrote you a Dear John note, telling you I needed a vacation. But that was a lie. It was my way of telling you farewell. And I think I was ready for our break-up because it was easier than I expected.
I hate to be the one to give up OUR friends, but what must be, must be.
Three days ago, I blocked all the messages you have been sending me. I'm sorry, sweetie, but it had to be done.
I have another game in my life that doesn't take up too much time . . . except when it plays challenges upon catering assignments and I can't seem to find the time to master all the dishes.
Very frustrating at times.
And I know I will kick Cafe World out of my life just as I kick you out if it becomes too much of a hassle. I'll always have Spider Solitaire or Mahjong Titans.
Good-bye, Farmville! It was a good run while it lasted!
Later, Peeps