I confess that like everyone else I'm addicted to social networking media. Not Facebook, but Words with Friends. Basically it's the same as Scrabble and the game can be played on iPads, iPhones, and Facebook (of course). Before downloading the app on my iPad, I had been laughed at by assistants at Chadstone shopping centre for asking directions to the App store. The humiliation was complete when I suggested that it might be next to the iTunes Store.
Basics of the game
You play Words with Friends online, with people you know or randomly selected opponents. It is a treat for me to find players who are serious about alphabetic combat. It beats my childhood when I would challenge myself in two-player board games. No one dared to cheat though.
My fingers don't fumble with the tiles. No more time spent restoring the board after my jerky movements send tiles flying. There is an increase in the number of words I know, despite not having a clue what they mean. People around me, however, have to tolerate my frustration and nervousness during the intervals between moves.
Release your competitive streak
Competitiveness is a characteristic in people which normally annoys me. In word games though, all bets are off.
Occasionally I make a move that in hindsight is foolish. I fume when after the move a letter comes up that would have given me something like 99 points. If only I had not used that
T. Oh, why did I? It is an unforgiving game.
Once I was a word purist and I blasted opponents for using words I thought ridiculous. Who ever heard of
QI? Now I have no qualms about using
ZA (US slang for pizza apparently).Thankfully, acronyms are not acceptable. So you don't get rubbish like
WTF (Facebook has a lot to answer for).
Be part of as many words as possible. Try to get anything through the game's scrutiny. Anything to get letters on triple letter squares and words on triple word squares. Use all your seven letters for bonus points. Be ruthless. Friends be damned.
I have titanic battles with my nemesis, Dodger776. We are a good match, but I hate to admit it's a bit in his favour. Who is he I ponder? My image of him is of a man, or possibly an android, making each move and sitting back with a sinister laugh. Without doubt, he is stroking a white cat.
I beat him and I'm full of bravado and would walk with a swagger if I could. I lose and the sulking and the analysis of where I went wrong begins.
FINISH (12 points)
You can also send text messages to your opponent. Interaction between Dodger76 and myself gets a little heated. It's not along the lines of
good play old sport but rather similar to sledging in cricket.
How many friends have I made? Well, who's playing to make friends? All's fair in love, war, and words games.