At that a tall figure appears in black with a scythe and says, I have a game. Yeah? Yeah. I won’t tell you the rules, or what the aim of it is, but you have to play it anyway, and reside with the persistent feeling of playing it wrongly – though there are no rules and there is no aim – and when you have finished playing you will both die. OK? Not really OK. OK? Not rea— OK! Go, kids.
