Because I can.

[active_apathy]

I feel like playing a game.

No, wait. That's not quite it.

I feel like playing a game of words, or of ideas, or of both, mixed together, with anyone and everyone who'd care to play, in the comments here.

I offer three options:

• the game of questions (as in Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead)
• the oldest game (as in The Sandman issue A Hope in Hell, which is collected in the Preludes and Nocturnes TPB) [scroll down past the Danger Mouse bit], or
• another game of your choosing, if you tell me how it's played.

As for where, well, the comments here will do nicely, won't they?

(Also, seeing as how this is the Interweb, any rules about hesitation will be completely ignored.)

Comments

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Hee. In related news, EJ was talking about how Horus wants Seth and Bella to go and play mini-golf. And, really, she's utterly off her trolley. Unstable. Kind of squirrely. Mix that with the District of Coincidence, and anything could happen.

But that would be fun. Very, very fun. Hee indeed.

And hooray! My helpfulness, let me show you it.

[analise.livejournal.com]

Seth and Bella to play mini-golf? (seth'd cheat) That can't end well.

I can has see your helpfulness?

And I can has lunch nao too!

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

...probably not.

Hooray, for you can has foodz.

[analise.livejournal.com]

I has foodz. My belly ish full.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Or, rather, you had foodz, but you eated them.

[analise.livejournal.com]

Well, yes.