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Labels: New Features. New job options have been added to the Factory! Going to work at the YoVille Widget Factory just got more interesting. You can now pick the job of your choise and get customized payouts that include bonus YoPoints or a chance to get new furniture items. Posted by Director at AM 1 comments. You will learn new action when you reached Level 31 :. Posted by Director at AM 6 comments. Labels: News. Labels: Party And Events. Labels: General. There is a new game feature on Yoville.

This feature will help you gain new balloon items and bars of soap. You can use these bars of soap to clean up profiles to which will help get you more coins. How to Throw a Balloon: 1 Click on your Pouch 2 Click on the Balloon you want to Throw and close the Pouch 3 Your balloon will appear on next to your pouch on the Waterballoon Bar 4 Drag the Balloon onto the Profile Page How to Combine Balloons: 1 Click on the Pouch 2 Click on the Balloon you want to Combine and Drag to the Bottom in the Gray box 3 Once you have all the balloons that you want to combine click the button on the right to combine Through combining different balloons you will create bigger balloons, new colors and different symbol balloons so make sure you are playing around with combining different balloons because you never know what you will make next!

One of the Yoville. You can lay down on your bed and use your toilets anymore!!!! Our lovely Sky Juice is back!!! Another way to go item, Fried Clams is back too.. Celebrate America's Birthday with patriotic items. Light up the sky with sparklers, spinners and roman candles. They are a blast.

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If you want people to add you to their crew, you need to leave your myspace address within the comment. Without the URL to your myspace we can't find you. Follow Following. I moved, hiding my name. Badd Bart appeared. I could tell he was surprised. The lag grew. Shuffled into the corner. I casually pulled out the map, clicked the factory, and strolled inside. No one could join me there. I opened the buddy list and deleted Big Badd Bart from Barcelona.

This gum shoe was on the case and about to solve it. All that cash funnels through the bowels of our 2D world and heads beyond the great firewall in Zynga to Marcus Pinky. Behind the facade of big headed cartoons is piles of doh. I snagged several transporters, some short stone walls, and set to work, bouncing from house to house, crawling into the old underground. In a couple of hours I was set.

Brigid had hired me to look into the disappearance of homeless Yoville critters. Hope the cat likes it. Watch your step. The room filled. I need a puppy!!!!! The room continued to fill, lag grew Never spoke Serious buyers began to show, I kept my mouth shut. They all came at once. Badd Bart, couple of goons, a plaid ninja, an impossibly fat YOF. I buddy requested Gutman; he accepted with an unwholesome smile.

He was ready. I shouted to the crowd. I quit Yoville NOW. I grinned. The crowd surged, dialogue balloons filled the room. Gator me! I stepped back onto the triangle on the floor beside the large rectangular rock, the transporter sucked me away. I edited out the transporter, sauntered into the next room, sat as comfy as a cartoon character can get on a 2D over-stuffed chair. Gutman appeared, I locked the house. It is such a pleasure to finally meet you. Gutman ran a shrewd eye over me, over the room sans transporter.

He could jump out, but I distrust a closed mouth man. He generally picks the wrong time to talk and says the wrong things. Big time. I lit the Itsaboy cigar. No beating about the bush, right to the point. But first, sir, answer me a question. It depends. Gutman was pulling strings, he acted as if he had control. It depends on the truth! Most amusing. Very well, you shall have it. You think me trapped? Hahahahaha I am freer than you can possibly imagine.

It is you my 2 dimensional friend who is trapped. Have you felt the urge to purchase strange products and services you do not understand? Spade, you are an image on a computer screen. It amuses me to do so. I am, in a 3D world, Marcus Pinky, creator of Zynga. About now Badd Bart should be ready. Like those statues of dogs?

Zynga, like the company that created Yoville, Farmville, Mafia Wars and many more. Every moment you walk, talk, edit a room, ads in adjoining windows send me wealth. The more I looked at Gutman the creepier he seemed. No one in Yoville is fat. Shaped like a pear This weeble must fall. You have become an irritation I must scratch. Time to say adieu. I jumped from the prisoner room of my castle and to another transporter just as the Fat Man materialized. I raced thru a dozen transporters, he gave chase, according to plan.

I jumped into a 08 Rares Sale, the lag serious enuf the Fatman had trouble wading thru the room. The Plaid One Awaits! It was Halloween night and they were ready. The room was filled with the automated zombies, henchmen, and the new pirate ghosts and axmen, all the freaks too. Every costume, new and old. I walked out the front door to the street.

The mob surged. Gutman appeared in the midst of the crowd. I turned right, ran thru Yoville streets, a dapper pied piper leading a parade of Y Town crazies. I danced ahead of the lynch mob past Alton Towers, where you will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy.

The Bank!!! Costumed YVillians and henchmen rounded the corner. I stood over the manhole. A glitch had formed them into a screaming monolithic block. Bloodthirsty dweebs scratched their heads. Badd Bart shot me a knowing look.

The automatic henchmen were still trying to reach me. The rest I casually stepped into the manhole, dropping from sight. Badd Bart led, but delaying the milling, confused zombies, giving me a head start. Yovillians tumbled thru the manhole like Skittles thru a funnel. I jogged along, a drum major for a crazy marching band.

I knew where their material came from, and we are all going to pay it a little visit. I need a 20 second distraction while I get under the energy drink factory. JLee pulled out an 08 Black Performance Stage.

The rampaging Yovillians skidded to a jaw dropping halt. The ladies suddenly felt like dancing fillets! As Blind Lemon Pledge enthralled the masses with a mean sax solo I shimmied up a pipe and out over the factory floor. I dropped to a catwalk over the energy drink factory as JLee signaled her sideshow to stop.

The insane crowd of zombies and Yovillians in Halloween costumes howled after Badd Bart, into the plant, sweeping Gutman in with them like a rubber ducky over Niagra. In the distance I saw what I knew must be here The Zynga Temple.

I slowed down a little on the catwalk, allowing the crowd to spot me and give chase. Above the stench rising around the enormous stone dog I stood scanning for the Plaid Ninja.

Nowhere in sight. Below zombies trudged in the trench, churning the green slime. Badd Bart shove the zombies aside, his friend Amo shoved the mafia henchmen the other way, and the weeble of a Yovillian stumbled forward into the torchlight screeching and pointing at me in the darkness of the catwalk and pipes above. I knew what kept the energy drinks, the coins, the cash flowing.

Now to set Y Town free. For the first time I saw the Plaid Ninja motionless. I was being watched, only watched. I dropped onto the back of the great stone dog. Marcus Pinky, self proclaimed president of Zynga had worked himself thoroughly into a frenzied state.

Too late Gutman realized his mistake. For a moment he teetered on the edged of the trench, and fell. The Fatman scrambled half out but zombies gripped his ankles and dragged him in, leaving corny scratch marks in Yoville concrete. He vanished amid screams and squishy noises best attributed to Mel Blanc. The Yovites stopped, stared. All silent except the inane mumblings of zombies trudging in the trench around the enormous stone Zynga dog. They mixed the spreading colors of what was once Gutman blending him with the green sludge clinging to undead feet.

In the darkness above a lithe plaid clad figure faded into the dark.