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At what point do you get used to that sinking feeling- watching those seconds tick tick tick by bringing the dreaded inevitable to be?
Knowing that If this or if that had been done differently- this wouldn't be happening right now....
Suddenly all the hard work and time you have dedicated to building up your villages, your troops, your game, slips away and there is nothing that you or anyone else can do for you.
Still you find yourself unable to let go....
You are drawn to the screen. You helplessly look all around you for any glimmering light of hope. As you view the map, troop counts disappear from your screen and report scrolls pop up.
The screen glitches and there before you appears another red dot where once your own villages stood.
And still you find yourself hoping. You put more troops in the check knowing that they will only continue building to support your enemy when the village is taken- yet you do it anyways in desperation with a sense of urgency that somehow perhaps by a stroke of good fortune you can kill just one of his nobles this time and save your village.
Then more troop counts pop up on your screen....
More of his mates have sent cats, rams, spears and horses to more and more of your villages.
A friend writes a note and sends support. This futile act of kindness inspires the hope again though the troops will land on a suicide mission for the rams and not the nobles....
Impulsively you want to lash out at someone. Emotion swells within you as you watch yet another village disappear into a sea of ever growing redness.
Accusations fill your mind. Accusations toward the enemy for ganging up on you- 2,3,4 or 10 people attacking one tiny player. It doesn't seem quite fair.
Accusation toward your tribe mates; if only they would be more active; if they wouldn't have started this war in the first place; if they would send more support; if you hadn't been sitting their account they could have sent you support. And the list goes on.
Accusations toward your job, your room mates and even your computer for keeping you offline. If only you'd been able to get on more often this would not be happening. Perhaps.
If this or that had been done differently- perhaps this would not be happening right now. Yet it didn't happen the other way. It is what it is, here and now.
The accusations fade into plots of revenge. You check the rankings page to find a village nearby to rebuild and take back what was rightfully yours.
You draft memos in your mind; notes of whom to rally to your cause; someone, anyone, to join your brigade of someday and when...
You want desperately to be able to walk away; to go have lunch; to see a movie; to do anything but play this game. Yet you remain, just watching because watching is all that is in your power to do.
Another village turns red and the seconds keep ticking...
:lol:
Knowing that If this or if that had been done differently- this wouldn't be happening right now....
Suddenly all the hard work and time you have dedicated to building up your villages, your troops, your game, slips away and there is nothing that you or anyone else can do for you.
Still you find yourself unable to let go....
You are drawn to the screen. You helplessly look all around you for any glimmering light of hope. As you view the map, troop counts disappear from your screen and report scrolls pop up.
The screen glitches and there before you appears another red dot where once your own villages stood.
And still you find yourself hoping. You put more troops in the check knowing that they will only continue building to support your enemy when the village is taken- yet you do it anyways in desperation with a sense of urgency that somehow perhaps by a stroke of good fortune you can kill just one of his nobles this time and save your village.
Then more troop counts pop up on your screen....
More of his mates have sent cats, rams, spears and horses to more and more of your villages.
A friend writes a note and sends support. This futile act of kindness inspires the hope again though the troops will land on a suicide mission for the rams and not the nobles....
Impulsively you want to lash out at someone. Emotion swells within you as you watch yet another village disappear into a sea of ever growing redness.
Accusations fill your mind. Accusations toward the enemy for ganging up on you- 2,3,4 or 10 people attacking one tiny player. It doesn't seem quite fair.
Accusation toward your tribe mates; if only they would be more active; if they wouldn't have started this war in the first place; if they would send more support; if you hadn't been sitting their account they could have sent you support. And the list goes on.
Accusations toward your job, your room mates and even your computer for keeping you offline. If only you'd been able to get on more often this would not be happening. Perhaps.
If this or that had been done differently- perhaps this would not be happening right now. Yet it didn't happen the other way. It is what it is, here and now.
The accusations fade into plots of revenge. You check the rankings page to find a village nearby to rebuild and take back what was rightfully yours.
You draft memos in your mind; notes of whom to rally to your cause; someone, anyone, to join your brigade of someday and when...
You want desperately to be able to walk away; to go have lunch; to see a movie; to do anything but play this game. Yet you remain, just watching because watching is all that is in your power to do.
Another village turns red and the seconds keep ticking...
:lol:
