Thus intrigued I fired up the copy of Ingress on my phone that I’d flunked out of training with a year ago.
The software has upgraded a few times since then, which I suspect is why it worked better.
Sadly though, last year I’d joined The Resistance which means I now have the joy of getting my arse handed to me by a whole bunch of new Englightened users who have strikingly similar screen names to a bunch of RiotACTers.
The social aspects have yet to materialise here in the Resistance. No-one has approved my application for the Google+ circle and most of my interation has been my phone beeping to tell me my resonators are being obliterated.
But I’m merely a humble level 4.
It is great fun however, and it does keep making one want to get outdoors (albeit staring at your phone).
Now that I know what to look for Anzac Parade this morning was verminous with Ingress players.
The emphasis on local art, memorials and landmarks might have some unintended consequences as administrators mistake the surge of attention.
It goes particularly well with riding a bike. This in turn leads one to cycle one handed, with earphones in, staring at a phone screen.
I’m pretty sure the Big Book of Clever Things To Do does not devote a page to this.
The nice thing about being utterly overwhelmed by the slime in this part of Canberra is one can still collect XM Bursters (think bombs) from Enlightened Portals and then set them off in the middle of Civic when the enemy resonators are thick on the augmented reality ground.
Kaboom! A phone screen so full of damage numbers it looks like it’s going to bleed red.
It’s worth noting the game is creepy as hell. Going 16 hours without logging in gets a note of concern on login from the controller “It’s been 16 hours, I was worried about you”.
It feels at times unpleasantly real, which is probably part of the appeal.
If Google was some sinister entity set on world conquest this might well be part of it.
On the other hand the dogs love the long walks and it gets me out of the house.
If a hellish domestic situation hasn’t yet driven one to seeking out anonymous sex at public toilets; Ingress might well be a useful halfway house.
And if you are joining up then think about it, surely Canberra needs a bit more Resistance?