Fish-ddiction


Main Entry: ad·dic·tion -- noun
1 : the quality or state of being addicted

2 : compulsive need for and use of a habit-forming substance (as heroin, nicotine, or alcohol, or raising digital fish) characterized by tolerance and by well-defined physiological symptoms upon withdrawal; broadly : persistent compulsive use of a substance known by the user to be harmful (such as staying up until 3 a.m. tending digitized virtua-osteichthyes until your eyes feel like the gravel at the bottom of the tank).

It all started with a tipoff from here. I played this damn fishycrack for about 7 days for free, and then I forked the $20 over for the full version and now I'm waist deep in this muthafucka with a 2 to 3 hour a day habit. I have found 5 of the magic fish. 6 and 7 await, and I SHALL FIND THEM. O YES.

Comments

V said…
Found fish 7!!! Only fish 6 is left. I have no idea what I'm going to do with all this free time once I solve the game.
9:50 AM
Meadow said…
Oh. My. God. Girl, you are too funny.
10:46 AM
V said…
Thanks, Renee. That's always good to hear (when you're trying to be anyway).
6:53 PM
V said…
Play the music!

Do the dances!

Begin the feasting!

All SEVEN sacred fish of Isola HAVE BEEN FOUND!!!

Now all that's left to do is get rich, rich, rich! (well virtually anyway)
10:29 AM
Jill said…
Ooo ooo! This is better than crack...
10:52 AM
V said…
Happy addiction, Random. :) I think it's the kind of game where you either get why it's fun or you don't. Other people I've told about it have thought it was really stupid.
2:38 PM
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