Draw Something breaks Matt
Like much of the smartphone crowd, Matt picked up draw something a week ago. He quickly found his friends through facebook, and quickly began his first rounds. An hour later, Matt checked his phone to find all of his games pending.
In what would later be pinpointed as the event horizon in Matt's Draw Something breakdown, Matt started twenty random games. Things were simple enough- Funnel, Lady Gaga, Sweden... It all seemed so perfect. After his lunch, Matt went back to work.
Matt's phone sent a push notification, letting him know his turn had arrived for a game.
More games were coming in. It was fantastic. But how could he keep them playing? Soon, the perfect storm of average artistic talent and an undying urge to show off coerced Matt into making "intricate" drawings for all that played him. Lion King, RZA, Roadkill. Three star challenges were all he would do.
They were pouring in now. He had done it! But now he was behind. Forty-six games was a lot to keep up with when drawing like a kindergartner who had been dropped as a baby, let alone the "Van Gough-ish" "masterpieces" that Matt had set his standard to. Rhianna, Backflip, Tugboat, Sweden?
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The first time he saw it, he chalked it up to error. But then again, another repeated word. Why were they coming back? Had he not done the word justice on it's first go-round? Should he have done better? Well, this time he would cut corners on his drawing, just this once...
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His friends were getting better at the game, now, spending time on their art with their new color packs. Matt could often guess the word just by seeing the jumbled letters, but he felt obliged to watch the drawing through to completion to show that he appreciated their efforts. But there were too many games, and too many repeats.
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The sound of Matt's mind breaking was silent, but in his head demons cried from the abyss with the faces of dead painters. He had to catch up. His art became minimalist. Floss was a blue line. A church became a red box. No supplementary images were provided. The answers were plain as day, the letters were right there! He needed more time. He began guessing words before paint touched paper. There was no mercy. No understanding.
Matt is currently residing at The Betty Ford Center. Flowers and Gifts are appreciated. He has had all smart-phone access restricted.
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