Lena never thought much about the “Toy Attack” game she installed on Facebook back in 2010. It was a silly time-waster: you threw digital pillows, rubber chickens, and inflatable hammers at your friends’ avatars to rack up points. She’d long since abandoned it, like an old digital diary she forgot to delete.
Mr. Whiskers, a worn-out bunny with one button eye, hopped off the shelf. But instead of a soft thump, he landed with the sound of a retro arcade boing! He turned his stitched mouth into a grin and hurled a pixelated pillow at Lena’s face.
But in the corner, Mr. Whiskers the bunny winked his one button eye. toy attack in facebook
And somewhere, deep in Facebook’s servers, a rubber chicken counted down to zero.
From the kids’ room came a crash. She ran in to find her daughter’s giant unicorn plushie headbutting the crib. A rubber chicken— where did that come from? —flew past her ear with a cartoon squeak. On the wall, a translucent Facebook sidebar had materialized, showing her old friends list. Beside each name was a new stat: Lena never thought much about the “Toy Attack”
Her high school rival, Mark, had sent 89 attacks. Her ex-boyfriend, Derek: 112. Even her late grandmother’s ghost account showed
She had two options: or SURRENDER.
She jabbed .