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

[analise.livejournal.com]

Is there anything wrong with playing with me?

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Would you like to be played with?

[analise.livejournal.com]

Do you think I'd enjoy it?

[sleep well?]

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Would you like to find out?

[I did! So soon comes a shower, and later, perhaps, robots in drag disguise.]

[analise.livejournal.com]

Won't you be bored showing me?

[yay shower! And robots in drag disguise! Are you to be coming onto some form of IM at any point in the near future?]

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Can't I make my own fun?

[Likely not, I'm afraid, unless it's for something important-ish...]

[analise.livejournal.com]

Do you know how to?

[Nope! Just chatting or whatnot.]

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Could you show me how to?

[I seee. Perchance later?]

[analise.livejournal.com]

Could you understand it if I did?

[define: later]

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Would it be that bad if I didn't?

[umm... when you wake up?]