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]

I am the collective consciousness, in which one lifetime may be made eternal.

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

I am the vast unconscious uncaring universe, infinitely outnumbering life and intelligence.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

I am the spirit of life, determined always to hold back that vast darkness from its own.

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

I am incredibly sleepy, and going to bed.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

I am less sleepy, and hope you rest well.