Okay, I’ll admit it. I’m addicted to Angry Birds.
It started innocently enough. When I got my new iPhone, my daughter said the game was fun and urged me to download the app. Why not, I thought. Everyone else was doing it.
At first, it seemed harmless. Cute little angry birds smashing fat, smug-looking pigs into oblivion. I quickly became adept.
And then new birds were introduced. They did cool things like explode and split into three separate birds. I learned which were good against glass and which against the wood structures those grinning little pigs erected. The exploding bird was great for stone. I got an unholy satisfaction from blowing pigs up.
I even found a great book, Learn to Draw Angry Birds. Now I could doodle Angry Birds in the moments when I couldn’t play the game.
Soon, it was no longer enough to just win a level with one star. I had to get three stars. ON EVERY GAME. I would try for hours to get that lone two-star game up to three stars. One-star wins began to feel like losses.
That should have been a warning sign, but I was too far gone. I conquered all the levels in the original Angry Birds game. I needed more. On to Angry Birds Rio. I ran my phone down playing Angry Birds.
My daughter must have seen my plight, for she intervened. She introduced me to Trivia Crack.
Gee, I thought. Everyone else is doing it. It seems harmless…
If you can’t get enough of Angry Birds, here are some more titles to feed your addiction… Um, I mean, give you more information.