User:MeroUchihaInuzuka

“Why do you hate flappy bird?” all my friends ask me. Well I usually say that it is an overrated, boring, and unfair mobile application. A lot of people hate it because of those reasons, but I have another reason as to why I stay away from it, from a life-scarring incident.

It started when I just heard about the game. All of this excitement over it made me curious as to why everyone plays it, and so I decided to download it. As I started to play it, I instantly came to dislike it. “It’s so unfair!” I told myself. “Just a game made by people who have no lives!” After a few minutes, I uninstalled it from my phone, and turned it off. I went to go do something productive, and play real, proper games.

After a few hours, I decided to go and check Facebook, and so I go to turn on my phone, but it was already on, and Flappy Birds was open. Kind of creeped out by it, I tried to exit the application, but my phone wouldn’t allow it. Suddenly, a temptation to play it rushed over my head, and eventually I gave into that thought and played again, only this time, I played it non-stop. I was addicted to this simple game.

I was playing from around 4pm, up to 10pm when this happened. It was a school night, and I should be asleep by that time, but I just could not take my eye off that screen. I played, and played, and played. It was like some kind of force was preventing me to leave. Eventually, mum walked into my room, and demanded my phone. I snapped out of it, and gave it in. For the first time ever, I appreciated mum catching me when I was playing late at night.

After that, every day, I continuously played that game. At school, instead of doing my work, I was on flappy bird. At home, I was on flappy bird. I began to lose touch of my friends, hell even my boyfriend was worried sick about me. He kept messaging me, telling me to stop playing it, but I couldn’t. I was attached to that game. I kept playing, my score got higher, and until eventually my mother destroyed my phone. I felt free again. For the next few days, I got back on track with my life, and flappy bird was but a distant memory. I overheard flappy bird was removed from app stores all around so I guess it is an end to this craze, or so I thought. Even though the game seemed long gone, it came back and bit me on my behind one night.

I woke up in a dream, well night terror as I would say. I was inside the Flappy Bird world. I thought that my addiction is just causing me to have a dream or something, but then out of nowhere, flappy bird appeared. It didn’t look like the cute little protagonist in the game. Its eyes was red, like BLOOD red. The surroundings became dark, and flappy bird began to chase me. I was never as terrified and as scared before. I ran, and ran, and ran, but I wasn’t able to lose that demonic thing. Eventually, I thought I lost it, and hid within one of those Mario-like pipes. I sat there and tried to awaken, but it was like I was in a deep sleep. I heard something, and instantly, flappy bird’s terrifying eye peered into the pipe I was hiding in.

I could feel like my soul was getting pulled out of me. I tried to run but I couldn’t. It was like I was frozen. I tried to scream but something did not allow me to make a sound. I stood there with my mouth open, my body frozen and flappy bird laughing as it got hold of my soul and began to pull it out. Suddenly, it stopped. Flappy bird began to fade, along with the nightmare, and then I woke up from the nightmare, drenched in sweat. I was glad that it was over. I got up to go get a drink and a knock at my door echoed in my bedroom, followed by the evil laughter of flappy bird. Red light shone from under my door, followed by the blood curdling scream of my mother. The sound of flesh being shredded echoed and blood ran under my door. I pinch myself to see if it was a dream. I am not lying to say that this isn’t a dream.

I locked myself up in my room, and right now, at this very moment, I am writing this to warn you all, that Flappy Bird isn’t an innocent game. It is the work of something supernatural, like a necromancer, or a witch, or even a demon. Maybe even a trickster. Oh how I wish that the Winchesters were real, because now my death is near, and they could have stopped it. This is the last thing I will ever post, I will ever say. These are my final words before I meet with my reaper; do not play flappy bird. The more you play it, the more vulnerable your soul gets, and eventually flappy bird itself will take your precious lives away. Do not make the mistake I did, although most of you have already triggered your doom. Goodbye, friends.