I clearly forgot to make a Halloween journal like a normal deviant. Maybe that's because I hate Halloween with a passion. There's no good music for Halloween, unless you count Death Metal, and I like very little music from that genre. I don't eat a lot of candy (because I prefer actual meals, like steaks, potatoes, gravy, etc. to sweet foods). I'm not big on costumes, since the only thing I could pull off is a Left 4 Dead Hunter (the screech is actually pretty simple), and I hate getting crap on my clothes. The streets are filled with too many people who obstruct those who try to drive anywhere from point A to point B, so if you have a crapload of blind spots on your vehicle, you just better hope you don't hit someone if they decide to value candy over their lives. Plus, all of the loathsome parties that I don't want to go to, considering I would much rather just sit at home and play Borderlands...or just finish the mass of classwork that needs to be finished so I don't lose that $2000 per semester I get back in refund checks. Seriously, I like that scholarship, and I don't intend on losing it with that kind of payback.

Well, with my rants over, I actually have a good lesson for you regarding cults.

Our cult for today is Farmville.

Yes, Farmville, our little browser app that thrives on the Facebook network. It is, indeed, a cult.

Normally, it would just be an ordinary game, but something is quite different about Farmville that sets it apart from other online phenomena (World of Warcraft, Maple Story, Ragnarok Online, etc.).

It has an Ugly Duckling as the center of its cruel religion. Yes, if you browse through your friends' notifications, every so often, a Sad, Ugly Duckling will appear on your friends' farms to be adopted. This duckling is none other than the Prophet of Farmville, Duckmaginus.

Now, to the untrained eye, it seems like the players of Farmville are in control, but they are actually prostrating themselves before Duckmaginus when they choose to adopt him. Once adopted, they become slaves to Farmville forever.

There is no going back. Those who do break free of the game's grasp are miserable and are haunted by Duckmaginus' gaze forever.

In conclusion, it seems like Farmville is a ruse to build up Duckmaginus' farm-based empire and make a legion of Zombie Facebook Users to be slave to his pseudo-cuteness.

Don't fall prey to Duckmaginus. Say no to Ducks...and Farmville.