Hubs bought an Xbox last November. We also have a new Wii that we got in December, a broken Wii, 3-4 computers (depending on if we count hubs’s work laptop), a GameCube, a couple of Nintendo DSs, some older Nintendo handhelds, and two Droid phones.
Plenty of electronicals (as #3 calls them).
None of these with their electronical game-playing hypnotic effects has any hold over me. I’ll play Plants vs. Zombies on occasion, or a silly little game on my phone. Hubs and I have a joint game of the latest Zelda going on the Wii, but even that doesn’t scream at me with a siren call to come and play.
Except for the Keflings.
I was messing around with the kids last weekend on the Xbox, looking at the games we had in our arcade. “A Kingdom for Keflings” caught my attention, so I opened it and started playing. I only played 15 minutes before the free trial ran out and I decided to buy the full version for only $9.99. No biggie.
They’re all I think about now. In the game, I’m a giant, tasked with building (yes, you guessed it) a kingdom for these little beings called Keflings. I have to harvest the natural resources (lumber, rock, crystals, wool) in order to build components of buildings. Each completed building unlocks more abilities (faster harvesting, etc.) or more blueprints for more buildings. When I build houses, more Keflings show up, and I put them to work as lumberjacks, miners, or sheep shearers so I can build more stuff for them.
All afternoon I’ve been fighting off the urge to fire up the Xbox and revisit the Keflings. The last thing I built was a jousting arena, and when I finally turned the electronical off, I had lots more buildings to build.
But I have a life! I have kids to feed! I have laundry to clean, dishes to deal with, dinner to cook. I admit that I fed the kids fish sticks two nights ago and eggs last night because it was fast and easy. I didn’t want to leave my kingdom. Tonight, though, I pledge to get up off my hiney for longer than it takes to fry up some eggs and create a nourishing meal for my young ‘uns.
After they go to bed, I’ll visit the stupid Keflings.