We played “Happy Birthday, Robot!” this morning. The results were … a tug of war between hope and horror, aspiration and anxiety …
Happy Birthday, Robot!
Robot has a red, beeping antenna, and large Frankenstein shoes with brass knuckles. He walked alone, but not lonely. He was blue and wore a hat.
Robot was not very happy. The sun shined ironically on robot’s smiling face, and the sun felt good.
George Robot knew not the source of his angst. His painted smile hid his fear, but his eyes watched the ruins around him.
“Robot! Be unafraid, but tie your camel!” came a voice from above.
Robot took stock of his lonely life. “Why?” robot cried. But nothing replied. “No!”
Robot began to split his clown-like body and personality so he would no longer be lonely. Mitosis being what it is, he only got two halves insstead. He then saw a pile of robot parts and plans to match pieces. Robot was happy and no longer scared or sad.
Robot and roBot walked together down the road. Robot cried, “I MADE IT MYSELF!”
Make of that what you will.
UPDATE: Last line (which was on a separate piece of paper) added.
Sounds like your game matched the title on the web page to which you linked, which was “Stab them in the Hope with your Ennui”!
**Runs off, chuckling and looking for someone to stab with all the Ennui he’s developed by spending the weekend indoors grading papers and doing Sudoku!**