The Day Candy Crush Sucked Me Back In
I had pulled free from the sucking vortex of Candy Crush and had released myself from King.com’s evil grip. I was no longer playing down my lives and then resetting the clock to get more chances to pop candy. I was down to playing one or two tries per day, and then clicking away from the game when there were still unused lives at the ready. And then I started going one day, two days, even three days in between rounds. There was a point where over half a week went by without logging on.
Fine, I was playing a grotesque amount of Hay Day instead, but regardless, I was free of Candy Crush.
And then I got a little email.
The subject line was personalized (nice touch, King.com): “Melissa, your candy friends miss you!” and an image filled the majority of the text box:
The Yeti was personally requesting — no, demanding with an exclamation point to boot — that I crush that candy. No one turns down a Yeti. I mean, they’re huge. They’re fierce. They have a whole ride dedicated to them at Animal Kingdom in Disney World.
And lest I not understand that the Yeti is King.com’s Gríma Wormtongue, when you pan back in the message, you can see what goes over the image:
Five simple words, but when I read them, I sat up a little straighter. Yes, I did know what to do. I wasn’t going to leave my friends; that man with the strangely long limbs or the squashed girl or the Yeti. I was going to go back to the Soda Swamp and conquer level 413.
And I did. I breezed through the next few levels to land on the absolutely ridiculous 417. Which is where I am, my attention waning until the Yeti brings me back in his furry clutches.
I will never, ever be free.