I have a friend who is great. We met on tour, he lives in another country, we never see each other, but we have Words With Friends. Top rivals in the strategic yet very much based on luck word game, we have grown our friendship over the years by chatting within and in between games.
We were tied. We each won the same amount of games. He suggested we play one more game to decide who the true champion is, and to make things interesting, we’ll place bets. And to make it ceremonious, we will start the game when the clock strikes midnight under the Blood Moon. If he won, I’d make and send him an original work of art. If I won, he would write me a heartfelt letter of congratulations. This was serious. The game starts, neck and neck, each word giving my opponent (friend) a chance to take the lead, each letter challenging me to make the most points, use the best spots, block his potential moves. Days go by (we play slowly), the sweat on my brows comes and goes, and it gets down to the final letters…this is everything. With all my brain power and WWF skills, I’m able to gain the lead. Last words. Fingers crossed. I did it. I did it! I won. I felt bad. But I won!
I got my letter, along with a photo of him and a koala and a pog. Perfect.
This last game became the first of many games with stakes on the line, each one beginning under the next full moon. I’ve sent him works of art, he’s sent me music, it’s been awesome.
Tonight I made him a plaster WWF trophy that I need to spray paint gold and send to him. It’s a letter tile trophy with an ‘A’ for his first initial. He whopped my butt by more than 100 points.
Revenge is mine though, I won the game that just ended and he is making me a classic mixtape on a cassette. I need to get my talk girl from my parent’s house so I can be ready to listen to the handcrafted masterpiece once it arrives in my mailbox.
Our friendship has truly blossomedd, and for that I’d like to thank Words With Friends.