for some really dorky fun...

... check out this link and then click on "play web game" and you don't have to download anything. I'll admit, it's horribly addicting and yes, extremely dorky. Give it a shot and let me know what you think!

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Tiffany said…
I am currently on Level 15 of the expert category. I need to go to bed, I think I'll be dreaming of sharks tonight. I hope I can just leave it paused and it'll still be there tomorrow!
October 22, 2008 at 10:56 PM
Tiffany said…
I am the "Ultimate Nautilator!"
October 22, 2008 at 10:57 PM
Tiffany said…
I finally died at expert level 17 with 2.6 million points. Not bad eh? Those sharks are MEAN!

Why is nobody trying this? Are you telling me you're too cool? I think not.
October 23, 2008 at 10:37 AM
Ange said…
Okay, you've got me addicted. I spent the better part of yesterday afternoon killing sharks. I must say, you get to the higher up levels it gets quite fast. I can't remember what level I made it to on expert level. I'm going to go play right now. I'll let you know how I do, unless I really suck.
October 24, 2008 at 6:05 PM
Ange said…
So I played expert level and I made it to level 15 or 16 the first time with not such a great score. The second time I played I made it to level 17 with a score of just under 3 million. So addicting. I may never get anymore housework done.
October 24, 2008 at 7:39 PM
Tiffany said…
Expert level 17 gets REALLY hard at 11 o'clock at night when you've been at it already forever.

Sorry about that housework! Isn't the game ridiculously fun though? In a really nerdy way?
October 25, 2008 at 7:52 AM
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