Hi. My name is Ariel, and I’m a Farm Townaholic.


It’s true.  I need help.  It’s the first thing I check in the morning and the last thing I close down in the evening and in the middle of the day I harvest around my plans (I suppose it’s better than planning my day around my harvests).  “What is Farm Town?” you ask?  Don’t act like you don’t know… I bet half of you have a little fake farm all your own.  BUT, for those of you who aren’t in the know…it’s exactly what it sounds like.  You create a little avatar who tends the farm to your commands.  You are given a plot of land to which you can do anything you want.  At first, it’s all about buying what little seeds you can to grow and sell and you go about visiting your “neighbors” to work their farms (ie; your friends who are also addicted to their faux farm) to gain experience points which promotes you to the next level, unlocking further seeds and goodies to decorate the land.  You can also expand your land as you go, given you have enough experience points and money saved up of course. When you have more land, you have more space to buy more stuff to plant and decorate with.

There is a mystique to whatever the great appeal is to this game.  It bleeds dry your free time that could spend reading a good book, drawing a picture, doing something…ANYTHING else that you could should be doing.  I could argue that the built in instant messaging system has brought me closer to my friends who also play, we talk while we farm …and we do it often, because we’re all hooked on making sure all our crops are in good shape or just staring at the land seeing how we can re arrange it from a landscaping perspective, adding our newly unlocked items that we purchased with all the riches we have earned.  I suppose I could just as easily argue that these friends I am in touch with through fake farming could be called and spoken to like the old days.  If we did that though, who’d be tending the farm?!

The game is cleverly designed to keep you coming back.  You want that gazebo for the new house you just bought, you need to gain access to the pineapple seeds because they make a ton of money when they harvest, and once you sell the pineapples off you can finally buy the fencing to make your barn animals a nice little pen.

It’s a vicious cycle.

I have a theory that people turn to Farm Town because it is so far from real life.  Who doesn’t need a good trip away from everyday living?  On your farm, you have complete control.  Well, except for when it freezes, boots you off or plants things where you didn’t ask it to because it is a beta version (and yet we STILL go back for more regardless of the annoyances it brings, many still find it to be their “tranquil place”).  It is a place where you can do soothing repetitious activities and routines that you know will bear pixilated fruit.  Can real life give you such a promise?  You have the sense of accomplishment when you see your beautiful sprawling property you created, when you reach another level, when you get a huge payout from your work and you get that false sense you are a smashing success.  Only by the game’s standards, you are a smashing success …and that counts for something.  It takes the times when you were a kid and would gaze at all your earnings in Monopoly and go “Gee, I wish this was REAL money!” to the next  degree.  Then again, there are people who just like playing a game.  I might be reading too much into it.  However, from what I can tell from my talks with other addicts, I’m not too far off the mark.

After much developing, climbing and “laboring” on my friends’ farms, I have reached level 30 or rather “Awe Inspiring.”  Yes.  Each level dubs you with a title.  A very flattering title.  Who doesn’t like to have their ego inflated being told how awesome they are …if even from a computer game?  If I make it a few more levels I will be a “Green Wizard.”  I will have officially earned my nerd status.  I’ll have found a way to illustrate that I’ve spent literally hours working a digital farm to achieve the rank of…Gandalf.  Worst part?  I would love to be called a wizard!  Dumbledore is a wizard, and he’s a bonafied bad-ass!

Hmm, that’s a conversation of shameless geekdom for another time.

Once I reached level 30, I found that I had pretty much simulated purchasing and building everything I would have wanted for my little home away from home.  I’ve had to find ways to keep things interesting for myself.  The high wasn’t as strong.  I could actually quit the game and go back to doing things that better myself, you know, productive activities …but that’s beside the point.  I found a way, for now, to entertain myself so it’s still a relevant way to spend my down time.  I was playing with the “appearance” section of my profile and discovered that the darkest skin provided looks more like oompa loompa orange than dark skin.  Naturally, the first thing that came to mind was “Huh.  She kinda looks like Lindsay Lohan.”  So next came the huge orange hair, you can assume most of that is as fake as her spray on skin.  Then, I added some glazed over green eyes.  For a finishing touch, she was given a mouth that hangs open like a drooping O.  She has the accurate appearance of a gal who had a bit too much recreational time in the bathroom at any given venue on Sunset.  The farm’s name has been changed to “Lohan Rehab Ranch.”  Every time I see her, I crack up.  The expression is that funny.  In reality, Lindsay Lohan makes me sad.  She is another product of child stardom and not having anyone to look out for her.  We are all watching her downward spiral, and there is not a thing we can do about it.  However, this isn’t reality, this is Farm Town …and in Farm Town, Lindsay Lohan is pretty funny.  It only makes sense to have rehab barn on a such an enslaving game.

The best, is when I can’t find my little avatar so I go scanning around my farm and then there she is!  Little Lindsay is wedged between some shrubs peeking out with her mouth hanging open gazing at nothing in particular and a cow is alternating chomping grass and sniffing her (it is a rehab ranch after all).  It’s like a more screwy version of E.T. hiding in the stuffed animals.

I apologize to those of you who don’t find this subject interesting.  I will move on after this little rant.  It’s just too big a part of my time right now to not acknowledge.  Admitting you have a problem is the first step, right?  I am actually getting to the point where I could stop any time I want, pretty soon… I will.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go check if my grapes need harvesting…

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5 Responses to “Hi. My name is Ariel, and I’m a Farm Townaholic.”

  1. NancyNo Gravatar says:


  2. ТамараNo Gravatar says:

    Кажется, это подойдет.

  3. ArielNo Gravatar says:

    Я тоже так думаю!

  4. Farm Town CheatsNo Gravatar says:

    Thank you! I would now go on this blog every day and check for updates!

  5. ЛенаNo Gravatar says:

    Последний абзац в тему!

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