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

[deepfishy.livejournal.com]

What happened to the last one I lent you?

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Would you believe me if I told you?

[deepfishy.livejournal.com]

Do I seem a mistrusting, suspicious type to you?

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Are they such bad qualities to have?

[deepfishy.livejournal.com]

Do you think they'll be inconvenient qualities for me to have when you tell me where my space suit went?


[re: your icon - Hitherby Dragons: My Neighbor Samara]

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Do your mistrust and suspicion lead to arranging accidents for people?

[deepfishy.livejournal.com]

Why would I arrange accidents when there's some perfectly good vengeance to be had?

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Are you assuming there'll be some need for vengeance?

[deepfishy.livejournal.com]

Are you telling me there's nothing to venge?