Discussions

If there’s one game that manages to be stupidly simple yet emotionally devastating, it’s agario. I swear, this game has made me slam my desk, cackle like a villain, whisper prayers to the gaming gods, and sometimes stare at my screen in existential silence — all within a single three-minute round.

Today, I’m sharing another personal, messy, honest blog-style breakdown of what it really feels like to dive into agario. No fancy analysis, no esports commentary — just me, my tiny circle, and my chaotic decisions.

The Beginning: The Pure Innocence of Being Tiny

Every time I spawn in agario, I always think, “This time will be different.”
And for the first five seconds, it is.

There I am, a small, innocent little blob, drifting peacefully and picking up dots like I’m foraging in some microscopic meadow. It feels chill. It feels peaceful.

Then the camera zooms out.
Then I see him.
A massive blob named “I’m Hungry.”
And he’s headed straight toward me like he somehow smelled my fear through the screen.

So much for peace.

My survival instinct kicks in, and suddenly I’m zig-zagging like an Olympic athlete who regrets all life choices. It’s insane how quickly agario goes from calm to chaos.