I chose the Resistance at set up (because, let's face it, I'm nothing if not resistant), and it's been a bit entertaining because my neighborhood is in constant flux. I don't know how many players this game really has, but it's active to say the least.
It works a little like this: Sites important to human culture -- statues, plaques, fountains, landmarks, &c. (and businesses which pay the game maker to be one of those sites) -- are portals through which leak exotic matter (aka, XM).
As an agent for the Enlightened or the Resistance, a player's job is to capture those portals by placing resonators around them (each portal can take up to eight resonators). A fully resonated portal can then be linked to other fully resonated portals by someone who has the proper key. Links that fully enclose a space then cover it in a field. Fields control the mind units (MUs) of the people within that field.
You gain portal keys, resonators, and various other things (such as the XMP bursters and the ultra-strikes with which you attack enemy resonators or the portal shields with which you protect your own team's portals) by hacking the portals. You hack by getting within a certain range of the portal and tapping the "hack" button in the game, or you long-press the hack button to glyph hack (play a short memory-based pattern-drawing game for extra effective hacking).
If nothing else, Ingress has me walking a little further than I usually would - like, instead of making a bee-line for the subway station after class, I might go a block north or so to just check up on a portal and see what I can do. Note though that my dog has no patience for standing around while I hack or attack portals, so at least she's still sensible.
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But the game is at least a bit fun, and I'm learning some of the who's who of my local agents, both the friendlies and frustratingly aggressive greenies who keep tearing up all the lovely fields we make. And I'm seeing the backs of buildings I've never before bothered to look behind.
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