If you've recently discovered Agar.io or are wondering what the hype is all about, then you're obviously not alone. This browser game couldn't get more addictive and it's an addiction that people aren't complaining about either. For the first time in a very long time, this game has proven that you don't need fancy graphics or a savvy plot to hook gamers for hours on end.

You start off as a baby cell: young, naive, fast and fearless. You've figured out that being a small cell means you're able to navigate the space around you much quicker than your larger counterparts. It's all fine and dandy and you're happy hanging out with your crew who are just as small as you.

So now you know what it's like to perish without a care. That concept of trust you'd developed for a naive minute of existence? Forget it. You thought you were safe in your little Eurozone. 

You better thank your lucky stars that this isn't real war. Respawning is a thing and since you're a firm believer in diplomacy, you'll fight to the death, er...growth. So you decide to try again, this time cautious of your surroundings, counting on your body language (and body count, for that matter) to earn some respect around here. You're not ready to wage war, but you're testing the waters. As you've grown up now, you figure you're responsible enough to take care of baby you!

Russia came at you from the left, India from the right. You and your spawn cells were locked in and had no where to go. You thought you had it all figured out. You observed others dividing and conquering, and that's what you were going for too.

Where did you go wrong? Upon observation, you notice how substantially larger other cells are when they split. You pull out your compass.. 

You've taken your much needed rest. You've figured out part of the equation and you figure you'll play from the sidelines until you've mastered the playing field. Except you don't really know where the sidelines are until "wait, why am I warping? haha, this is funny. AH!! GET AWAY FROM ME!". Dead.  

"Older men declare war. But it is the youth that must fight and die" (Herbet Hoover)

Fear not for I have learnt a great deal, my sons. I have fought, and now, so shall you. After a long hiatus (exactly 4 hours, 33 minutes and 15 seconds later), you're ready for the mothership. It's time to make it onto that leadership board. You've been waiting for this moment all along and are confident in your troop's split killing abilities.!