Dear Angry Agony Aunt,
I speak English in several languages, New Zealand , Australian, American, South African, Canadian and English English... but no other weird languages. On Facebook I love playing Cityville, I was going through my friends, and noticed well over half my "friends" or “Cityville Neighbours" don't speak English, is this normal?
Pigeon English Speaker
For those readers who don’t know what Cityville is, let me explain.
Cityville is an on-line time wasting game where you run your own virtual city. You can build ice-cream shops, retail stores, houses, stadiums and a combined restaurant/bar [I’ve called mine, ‘The Chew and Spew’]. You can grow and harvest crops, decorate your parks and watch your population grow. In return, you earn city coins, experience and virtual cash [that can only be spent on the towns infrastructure].
Sound fun right? Sure. What’s not fun about planning your life around when your crops will be ready to harvest? Sure, fun with a capital BORING. But before you know it, the more you accomplish, the more you get and the more you get, the more you want to accomplish. That means it turns into an addiction. And for it to be a good addiction, it needs to cost you money. I'll explain.
After you’ve built a few small houses, bread shops and community buildings, you're bribed with non-existent 'stuff' to suck more people in. Cityville calls these people 'neighbours'. Neighbours help you acquire exclusive 'non-existent stuff' and your neighbours are encouraged to send you 'free gifts'. Why? Because to get your non-existent gift, you have to go and play the game. Again. With neighbours like those, who needs enemies...
And this is where the scam hits it strides. If you want to turn your crummy town in to a hoity-toity city with skyscrapers and fancy pants doggie day-cares, you either need a lot of neighbours or you need to spend REAL money. Yes, REAL bona-fide cash dollars you sweated to get at the REAL job you have.
And this is where the scam hits it strides. If you want to turn your crummy town in to a hoity-toity city with skyscrapers and fancy pants doggie day-cares, you either need a lot of neighbours or you need to spend REAL money. Yes, REAL bona-fide cash dollars you sweated to get at the REAL job you have.
And the clincher? 20 million people like this scam. Sure, it's been tarted up with a few cute looking icons, tinkling introduction music and annoying dinging sounds when you do something in the town, but it's a scam nonetheless.
But look, good on them. If the Cityville creators can find 20 million bored people with an addictive personality and a credit card from Abu Dhabi to Zambia to Lesbos [see a previous Agony Aunt], then they deserve the money. And this leads me to my answer. It doesn’t matter where you are in the world or if you speak English, Mandarin, Spanish, Hindustani or Russian. In Cityville, the only language that matters is the language of money.