C is for Croods

Help! I have been pulled back to the age of the hunter/gatherer. I am obsessed with amassing strawberries, leaves, bones and fish. I am developing RSI from tapping the screen. I can't stop myself. I have to increase production, evolve and build the latest stone-age accessory...

It's as bad as those darned angry birds. My name is Lisa Wright and I am addicted to playing the Croods.

Is this a conspiracy by Rovio to halt worldwide production as slowly, one by one nations of this planet become consumed by the need to complete Gran's chores and make soup for Ugga? Are Rovio in fact an alien nation so sophisticated with intelligence that they have realised that they don't need fighter space ships or monstrous creatures to take over a planet - they just need a simple game to zombify its inhabitants. Soon we will all be hunting and gathering for our new masters from the planet Rovio...

I need to get out now while I still can...

Blogging from A - Z. C is for Crood.

A postcard from Tyria

Screenshot of Hipachica standing on a snowy rooftop somewhere in Tyria

Dear Blog

I am so sorry I have been ignoring you of late. You see, I purchased a new game and became a Ranger called Hipachica who has been roaming the wilds and wastes of Tyria fighting the bad guys and helping the good.

I've become truly adept at throwing an axe and charmed an entire menagerie of pets.

Every evening when I think it's time to blog, I decide to just explore around the side of the next mountain and suddenly it's bedtime.

However, having explored most of the map and accrued nearly 30 levels of experience, plus a whole heap of junk to craft into something 'useful', I feel that I may actually allow myself an evening off to write to you.

Missing you. Let's catch up real soon.

Lisa
xx

PS: Do you like my outfit? Pretty cool eh?