I’ve recently been embroiled in the newest Facebook craze, the no-holds-barred, cut throat game called Scrabulous. For those of you unaware, Scrabble is perhaps one of the few games that sparks my competitive, bloodthirsty nature. It’s a game of words, and I fancy myself a considerable wordsmith. Woe to those who cross my path.

Scrabulous lets you play Scrabble on the Interwebs. But playing it online has served only to aggravate matters. I sweat, I grit my teeth, I wait for my opponents advance with clenched fists and eyes of fire. Curse them! “LIONESS!” How the hell did you fit that in there?!?

I trace my fearsome ire to the fact that the game is played entirely online. Your opponent acts completely outside your senses, and when you return hours later to discover that your opponent has adroitly tucked “ELUCIDATE” between your “BITE” and “SLOW,” a certain rage builds to an impressive peak. It doesn’t help that the game seems to hate me. My tile choices resemble more of a mule braying than any cohesive assembly of consonants and vowels.

But do I still play? Of course! I’m currently throwing down with three opponents. We’ll see how I fare.