The kids got Viva Pinata for Christmas this year. Yeah, the kids. Uh huh. All for them. What a selfless guy I am.
Anyhow, they enjoy the game and have even started watching the series a bit. I enjoy the game too. A little too much.
I'm not addicted to it or anything. I'ts not quite that bad. However, unlike Gears of War (where I can play through a couple of checkpoints and put it away) or UNO (where I can yet again lose an online match and put it away), once I start playing The Pinata, I go into some kind of zone, and before you know it, boom, an hour of my life is gone.
The other day I thought, OK, I'm just going to quickly go in and see what pinatas I need to breed in order to get some more awards. I saw that I needed another shellybean or two. Well, that'll be quick, right? Off to romance them. But wait... the fruit by those bushes is rotting. I should pick it up or sell them off. And that bush doesn't look so hot... I'll buy another seed and plant another one. Hey, my candaries have hearts over their heads! I can finally romance them. Wait, hold still you stupid yellow virtual pinata bird things! Oh, flutterscotches are ready too, but they are also stupid and keep flying around. Ack, Dastardos! Where's my crowla? What? He got broken? Ack!
I could go on like that for hours. And unfortunately, I do. In real life as opposed to a blog.
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