There I was, sitting by myself in a corner with my laptop, playing those games I am addicted to. In a misguided attempt to ease myself out of the addictions, I set all my attention-seeking Tamagotchi-style games on quests which keep them off my hands for hours and hours.
With no farms to tend to and no stoves to clear, I was listless. Therefore, I decided to play Scrabble. Online of course. Surely you didn’t think I was going to play on an old fashioned board with a real human being sitting in front of me! Think of it… One would have to pick up tiles with bare hands and move them on to the board, bearing in mind that one errant finger could upset the entire board. All that stress…
Anyhow, since my regular scrabble mate (a very, very competent one at that) was asleep in another continent, I decided to play with strangers. How bad could it be, I thought. I systematically researched the available players and picked one with stats comparable to mine. As my luck dictated, just the very second that I clicked the play button, the players reshuffled and I was caught in a casual game with a beginner instead. Not just any beginner. A complete beginner – as stats showed she had played exactly one game before and lost.
I decided to proceed with this one nevertheless, and tried to pick another player I could play a decent game with. Guess what? The exact same thing happened with players changing just as I clicked, prompting yet another game with yet another beginner. This one slightly better, with a total online experience on that site of three games, out of which only two she’d lost.
Hoping fervently that these two persons had either just reset their stats, or at least had enough experience playing Scrabble in real life, I continued. That wasn’t to be. The poor kids (/ girls/ women/ males-masquerading-as-females, whatever) were so, soo, sooo naive in playing the game. Placing tiny baby words, not taking advantage of the special squares, leaving me with a wide choice of triple-word-score spots to pick from.
In addition to that, my tiles on both boards were absolutely fantabulous. Great mix of vowels and consonants – high scoring at that; a bingo here, a bingo there. And after the first three moves on each board, I knew I was at a huge advantage. Which prompted the angel (yes, angel. I insist) in me to surface and play down to their levels – deliberately passing up the opportunity to place high scoring words, offering the use of high score squares to them, etc.
In other words, I was patronising them through out the game. Now I can’t help but wonder if I did the right thing. As in, giving them such concessions isn’t in keeping with the spirit of a game; is it? Not to mention it was rather unfair on me, considering I was trying so hard after so long to wrangle a bit of intellectual stimulation, and ended up spelling rat, cat, mat as opposed to myotic, gizmo and evzone.
What would you have done?
(a) Been “kind” to the stranger, but petulantly whinged about it later to your unsuspecting readers
(b) Been kind to the stranger, derived your kicks out of how wonderful a person you are; stopping to admire your halo in the mirror at every possible opportunity
(c) Gone full monty with your game, availing yourself of every possible double/ triple letter/ word scores on the board, while humming a slightly off key version of Another One Bites The Dust
(d) Never gotten into a situation like this, ever. You would work on a sudoku or a cryptic crossword if you were looking for intellectual stimulation
Tell me. I want to know.