Bread and Circus
New Member
Let me take you back to a time when the world was what you made it. When you could still fly, be invisible, invulnerable. Let me take you back to the wondrous imagination of childhood. How have we lost this precious gift? The “cares” of the world make no room for imagination, such a futile waste of time. Much more important is my paper due tomorrow, the promotion at work, the media. We leech to media attempting to reclaim some of the magic of the unknown, mysterious, and fantastic. At least I can revel in remembering some of my lost joy, hopefully you can as well.
Whistle… Boom!
“Ha ha you’re dead!”
“Unt uh, I had my force field up.”
“Oh yeah, well my bombs can go through force fields.”
“My force field is a new, super-duper kind, nothing can go through it.”
“That’s no fair! You gotta be able to be killed some way, that’s the rules.”
“Well then I’m not playing anymore, phblt.”
“Fine we will play a new game, no making up stuff, you can only use real weapons, I get the lightsaber!”
“Hey no fair! I’m not playing if you get the lightsaber.”
“Ok then, but I get the lightsaber next round.”
“Ok.”
………………………………
Chang!
“Ha, my lightsaber just cut through your sword and I killed you.”
“Nope, my sword is lightsaber-proof.”
“Well you said no making stuff up!”
“I’m not making it up, you never cut through my sword, see, so hah.”
“No fair!”
Stab
“Ha ha, you can’t say no fair cause you dead.”
“No, I’m still alive, so hah—phblttt.”
“I know! We can play with armies now.”
“I get the G.I. Joe with the mega-bazooka.”
“Then I get batman.”
“Then I get the jet.”
“Then I get the big missile.”
………………………………
“Ready, set, fight!”
Pshow! Bang! Chew-chew! Whilstle, boom! Crash! Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch!
“I win, my nuclear missile blew up everything.”
“Unt uh, my jet flew over and shot everything first.”
“Then it’s a tie” I lie, of course I won, I always win, I just say that to keep him happy, so I can beat him again.
I’ll let him be happy with a tie, my jet really blew everything up first, I always win, I just agreed so I can beat him again.
Say the combatants to themselves, both content with their “cleverness.” Oh brother, brothers!
Whistle… Boom!
“Ha ha you’re dead!”
“Unt uh, I had my force field up.”
“Oh yeah, well my bombs can go through force fields.”
“My force field is a new, super-duper kind, nothing can go through it.”
“That’s no fair! You gotta be able to be killed some way, that’s the rules.”
“Well then I’m not playing anymore, phblt.”
“Fine we will play a new game, no making up stuff, you can only use real weapons, I get the lightsaber!”
“Hey no fair! I’m not playing if you get the lightsaber.”
“Ok then, but I get the lightsaber next round.”
“Ok.”
………………………………
Chang!
“Ha, my lightsaber just cut through your sword and I killed you.”
“Nope, my sword is lightsaber-proof.”
“Well you said no making stuff up!”
“I’m not making it up, you never cut through my sword, see, so hah.”
“No fair!”
Stab
“Ha ha, you can’t say no fair cause you dead.”
“No, I’m still alive, so hah—phblttt.”
“I know! We can play with armies now.”
“I get the G.I. Joe with the mega-bazooka.”
“Then I get batman.”
“Then I get the jet.”
“Then I get the big missile.”
………………………………
“Ready, set, fight!”
Pshow! Bang! Chew-chew! Whilstle, boom! Crash! Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch!
“I win, my nuclear missile blew up everything.”
“Unt uh, my jet flew over and shot everything first.”
“Then it’s a tie” I lie, of course I won, I always win, I just say that to keep him happy, so I can beat him again.
I’ll let him be happy with a tie, my jet really blew everything up first, I always win, I just agreed so I can beat him again.
Say the combatants to themselves, both content with their “cleverness.” Oh brother, brothers!