Farm Town

It’s sweeping the community of Facebook quicker than the Black Plague of 1665, and is twice as contagious. Farm Town is an Ap. Like most other popular Facebook things, yet this one allows you to grow and manage your own farm, send your friends animals and trees and even add your friends who also use the Ap. as neighbors to your farm. Sounds stupid right? I know, but the sad thing is people love it.

Now I’m a high school student, and am currently taking math as one of my subjects. My mathematics class always is home to the oddest of conversations. There’s a new topic almost every week, last weeks was the two headed girls (Brittany and Abbey) and this week was, you guessed it, Farm Town.

That’s what got me started; I’ve never been one to really go with the flow, but the conversations just sounded too ridiculous! I HAD to be in on the joke, and thus the addiction begins.

This is my Farm.


I’m currently a level 7, which I discovered today was not very high at all, I have a few neighbors but I removed them for confidential reasons before taking this picture. I know the farm isn’t much, but I’ve got a few cows and a tree or two.

Now, there’s another sign about how ridiculously popular the Ap. is, according to the ad at the bottom, they now sell T-shirts, Mouse Pads, and even COFFEE MUGS!

The other day in Math class, after checking out the game, I asked the person sitting beside me why they didn’t just go out and make their own real farm. They replied with a shrug.
Conclusion: The average person is too lazy to enjoy the thrills and excitement of owning and managing a real farm, so they do the next best thing. Digitalize it.

The last thing that really made the cake was my lunch break at work today. There’s a boy I work with, he’s 18 years old, around 5’8 and has an evil grin that reminds me distinctly of a vampire. Let’s call him Evan. Now, Evan and another boy who works with him were standing across from me at the other end of the lunch table. I was quietly eating my sandwich, Evan was on his cell phone, and the other boy was leaning over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” The boy asked Evan.
“I’m on Youtube.” Evan replied with an almost dazed expression as the web slowly devoured his IQ.
“Thank god! I though you were on Farm Town again!”

This is where I proceeded to choke on the piece of sandwich in my mouth and both boys stared at me.
“Do you have farm town?” Evan asked. I held up a finger while trying to swallow my food and stop gagging. The two boys promptly ignored me, not having the patience to wait for me to recover.
The one boy eventually left and called for Evan who stood and right before leaving turned to me.
“Well do you have Farm Town?” He asked expectantly.
“Yeah.” I was trying extremely hard not to laugh. A proud vampiric smirk crossed his freckled face and he added.
“What level are you?”
“Err….seven..” The smirk widened and Evan was literally surrounded by his proud aura. He laughed.
“I’m a level 27.” Then turned and left, leaving me sitting in the lunch room, laughing my head off and wondering why an 18 year old’s biggest accomplishment is being a level 27 on a Face book farming Ap.

Facebook, is home to many Aps, but in my opinion Farm Town is the most amusing by far, and is slowly taking over the world, one brainless teen at a time.