A muggy classroom filled with the droning sound of a teacher who could care less. Beads of sweat crop up between the shoulder blades of girls wearing spaghetti strap tops.The muted click of my Nokia 5110′s keys pound out a staccato rhythm as I try to best my high score. Yep, it’s 1998 and I’m playing one of the most widely recognized mobile games of all time, Snake. [continue to read on: thenextweb.com]
