#pokopang

[chezkuo]

雙兔日，波兔村保衛戰。 #pokopang #bearbrick （在 Paradise）

[damnnatureyouawesome]

[bungakelelawar]

chat line isinya cuman notification dari game pokopang #line #game #instagame #gaming #instadaily #instafun #instaholiday #pokopang

[nikxen5109]

I missed playing this! Haha #Pokopang

[kiky13n2-blog]

My highest score this morning 😃😃 Yeay !! Finally I beat my sister best score 😆😆 #pokopang #pokopangindonesia #pokopangid #androidgames #linegame #lazytime #line #playinggames #포코팡

[goodappyo]

【 Line Game 】比 Pokopang 還好玩的 Disney tsum tsum！

因為找不到好看的照片，只好用可愛的影片來取代，其實這款遊戲玩法跟 Pokopang 蠻像的，但是比較特別的是 tsum tsum 連線方式不規則、可以蒐集可愛迪士尼角色，當然，最主要繼續玩下去的動力是....朋友都佔據第一名，這對一個 Temple Run 屢屢得高分的人來說，是無法接受的事情！ 好，我要開始簡單介紹這款遊戲了！ 首先，如果你要下載，就必須把 AppStore 搬家到日本，搬完才可以下載欸，誰叫台灣現在就是載不到！ 打開遊戲可以看到主畫面：朋友的分數、自己的愛心也可以把愛心給朋友，總之很多啦！

按下下方中間的按鈕，就可以開始遊戲，開始前可以選擇是否要使用道具！

遊戲方式就是將一樣的角色連在一起，左下角是你選擇的「主將」，如果集滿的話會有大絕招！（每個主將的絕招都不同唷，請自行發掘）

一次連很多一樣的角色，就會出現中間那泡泡，泡泡有很多功能，都是隨機的～！可以增加時間或是增加金幣～！

持續連線不停 COMBO 就會集滿下方的 FEVER Bar！集滿後會有 Bonus～！可以提高經驗值或是金幣！

偶爾會出現大型的「角色」，我覺得蠻可愛的，所以特別截圖！

一場 60 秒的遊戲結束後，可以看到每個角色獲得的經驗值，當然升級後，「主將」得威力也會變猛～！

也可以隨時更換你想要的主將，不過這些角色都是要你自己去「抽」，抽到一樣的也甭擔心，因為主將會有「變化」。

特別提醒！！ 遊戲會有很多「垃圾訊息」，可以打開 Line 的設定，關掉遊戲通知！

關掉後，對話框完全乾淨非常多，大家一定要去關唷！

2014 年首 PO，一樣是一款我已經沉迷一段時間的遊戲，希望我能快點集滿每個角色，大家也可以分享一下每個角色的絕招啦！不然就等我全部抽到，再一一介紹～～！

[videosnakes]

For a long time, I was just bored. I didn’t have internet at my apartment, so I would read books and listen to music until I had listened to all the music and read all the books. Then I got the internet at my apartment. Then I got a boyfriend. Then I got a boyfriend who told me that you could play video games on your phone.

I had no idea! I think I had heard of Candy Crush before but that seemed like a game for depressed Wal-Mart employees. I would scoff at all the people on the subway, playing solitaire to pass the time. I was better than playing games on my phone.

Then I got a job at Russian day-care.

The day-care was the very top of the subway line in an area we can just call the Bubble Tea district. When you took the bus for 20 minutes, all of a sudden it became very, very Russian. The day-care was on the bottom floor of a terrifying apartment where gang-bangers and nearly dead Eastern European men in tank tops would hang out on their balconies and my job was to Purel tables constantly, put on the CD in the morning so the children could hear a book being read aloud to them and sit on the floor alone with a room full of sleeping babies at lunch while the other women talked shit about me and smoked outside. I was very lonely and poor and the Wi-Fi signal didn’t reach the room where I was supposed to watch all the sleeping babies. I would eat stolen graham crackers and baby carrots every chance I got and delicately take out a single Pop Tart from my stash that I left in the closet for lunch. I was also not supposed to read (which I did in secret, books like Madame Bovary and Barney’s Version, which stupidly made me all the more depressed) or look at my phone, just stare up at the giant clock and occasionally scream things like, “Vanya! Go back to bed! Nap-time is not a joke!”

One day, one of the teachers threw a kid across the room. I told my supervisor and was demoted to the infant room where I gagged through my first experience dealing with green Russian baby shit, which had found its way all over my Sonic Youth t-shirt.

Needless to say, I was playing a lot of video games. Through the Japanese instant messaging system LINE started playing a game on my phone called Pokopang!, which was highly addictive. The game begins with a Scientology-esque origin story that describes a world before time, in which ancient, ruinous monsters ruled the earth, stealing power for themselves. It is your job to defeat each one from the weakest (Dodo) to the final boss battle (I think his name might be Krug) by hurling fruit at them.

In the game, you drag your finger across the screen to connect rings of matching colors that connect in a line. The faster you do it, the more it destroys higher and higher levels of monsters. But the game is on a 60-second time limit and every time you run out of power, you have to wait another five minutes for the game to regenerate in the form of a “diamond.” I remember feeling like those five minutes were agony. Nothing I did – taking a walk, working on my screenplay, masturbating and crying at the same time – seemed to measure up to the high of playing Pokopang!. The sad thing is that I wasn’t even very good at Pokopang! – the monsters I killed were strictly entry level and I kept trying to power up for a higher monster to defeat them. I knew that all my problems would be fixed if I spent even $50 but I didn’t have a credit card. I was trapped in the system and all the more trapped because I knew it was catered to losers like me who dreamed of obtaining fictional cherries and diamonds in lieu of the real things.  

It gets worse. I was in love with a child. Gabi was a three-year-old Latino in the toddler room who was funny and manic and slept open-mouthed clutching a moth-eaten blanket like a Botticelli painting. The highlight of my day was when he crossed through the toddler room for potty training. I would watch him pee and shit through the open door and think things like, “I wish he was my son because then I would get to hold him.”  

When all the kids played outside, I would chase him around the playground, help him down the slide and make sure he got his red car to ride around in before some other poor loser could get it. I would blow bubbles, which are like crack for 2-year-olds, but it was all to attract to Gabi’s long-lashed gaze. I would sneak toys out of the ultra-secret supply closet for him, let him ride on the slide backwards (this is criminal), carried him to the fence so we could spy on the beaver that was sunning himself on the lawn. One time we were all chasing a Frisbee (cool times!) and I suddenly threw it sky high over the partition to show Gabi how far I could throw. “You ruined it,” said Gabi in his lispy Mexican baby accent. And it cut me to the bone. 
When his mom picked him up at the end of the day and Gabi ran into her arms, I ached with jealousy. There she was about to spend an entire evening with the man of my dreams and I was heading home alone on another two-hour-bus ride, 27 and childless with no boyfriend or 3-year-old Mexican toddler in my life at all. In retrospect, it seems disturbing to me that I was projecting fantasies of motherhood and love (I think this is what this was about?) on adorable, unobtainable Gabi. But mostly what this manifested itself in was two hours wasting precious better job-seeking data on linking cherries on a touchscreen, hoping to defeat bigger and better monsters.

On a sunny Thursday right before Labour Day, I came in my usual 9:15 call-time and they told me this would be my last shift. I hated the job so much and constantly did mean impressions of all the women that worked there, got sick from all the kids who apparently had “Foot and Mouth Disease” and scrubbed neon green snot from their faces. For $10 an hour, I held them when they wept because someone else had taken their toy or they didn’t want to eat an omelet and I shoved the omelet into their face because a 65-year-old woman was screaming at me in Russian to do so. Suddenly in an instant, it was all gone and it was hard to know what to do with this feeling of leaving a place that you had invested so much hatred in.

At our final playtime, Gabi took me aside and confessed a secret – “I pooed.”

It was me that volunteered to change Gabi’s shitty underwear, wipe the urine from his legs and dress in a brand new pair of Cars insignia pajama pants. And I did it because I loved him. The intimacy was overwhelming and when his mom picked him up, I realized that he would never ever remember me and I would bury and repress the memory of the daycare deep into the inner recesses of my mind.

Which I did – until right now. Also I quit playing Pokopang! after I promised my brother (the very own author of this blog!) I would go cold turkey because I got fired from another job. I replaced it with the Kim Kardashian Hollywood game, but that’s another story for another day…

Chandler Levack is a screenplay writer, the director of award winning music videos for award winning bands like PUP and DZ Deathrays, and most importantly, my wonderful sister.

Pokopang! is a dumb tile matching game released under LINE, a social media service that is, as I understand it, quite big in Japan.