Twisted Therapy

Today is a tough day in Weaselville. Actually all this past week, emotions and anxiety have been running high ramping up in the knowledge that today is coming. I wind up striving to find ways to shut my brain down or at least my thoughts. The Weasels understand and try to tread as lightly as possible and to do little things in an attempt to help these days go smoothly.

Yesterday, as I wandered the house in my own little world. The Weasels were all laughing and chatting around a computer screen. They were self entertaining, therefore I was content. Soon they came to start bombarding me. Telling me of this game that they found online where the goal is to commit suicide. "WHAT?!", that got my attention. "What are you playing? No. Stop. That's awful and twisted and sick. Get away from the computer! That's not even a little bit appropriate!".

They looked at me like a third eye was appearing on my forehead as they watched. I asked Eldest Weasel, "What is this game and where did you find it? What websites are you getting into?". "Mom, it's fun. You'd love it. Here let me show you." She directed my laptop to addictinggames.com. "Mom, you won't be able to stop. I promise". She pulled up the game Karoshi.

*Karoshi is the Japanese word for death by overwork.

In this game with 1980's simple graphics, you are a small man wearing a business suit (looking very similar to a little lego dude). The object of the game to kill yourself (seriously, this is twisted). The catch is that every level is a puzzle that you must solve in order to splat your dude and move to the next level. As the levels move on, sometimes there are other little co-worker men that you must kill before you kill yourself. This game is wrong on so many different levels it's not funny.

And it's fun! And addictive! And makes you seriously focus and think outside the box. It is a fantastic puzzle solving, brain focusing exercise. I LOVE IT!

I wound up playing all afternoon. It was actually fantastic therapy for me. The kids would even help when I would get stuck on a level. I no longer have any problems with them playing this game.

Mr. Weasel called to find out how things were going at home. I told him all about the game we were playing. He freaked a little, "What are you letting them play? I don't think the kids should be playing that!". I told him not to worry, it was really okay and they were working on their math and logic skills. He thought I had lost my mind. "I'll show you when you get home".

Once home we all set Mr. Weasel up on the computer to see what game we were talking about. He too became addicted and okay'd this game for play amongst the Weasels.

Right now you are all thinking that I am nuts. You may be right, but before you unfollow or cancel your RSS subscription *click here* and check it out for yourself. If you still think I need to be committed after that, cut me some slack. It's been a bad week.