Omnibody wants to Play

Mirthful laughter fed our ears those days. Winter’s chill had left so that the glass panes were windows again, baby Mirta was just born, and we’d won another galaxy. It seemed our luck would never run out playing the lotto but a collective consciousness gets all the fears, doubts and conflicts of a single being’s parts. The many bits conflict against one another, loudly shouting to determine what will be remembered. There’re worries all over and it takes knowledge from other parts to assuage them. Like parts of a man’s will are tamed, subjected unto death, so were members of our people. Vessels struck down in our discourse, our internal thought, were quietly cowed. Shoulders slouched, lips dipped at the corners, faces were downcast and they wouldn’t eat. So soon they’d die. And we’d be so much more unified –decisive. It felt great.

Interdimensional lotto was more than just a pastime. It satisfied so many areas of our mind: the threat of death risked to better savor life, a statistically sound investment/risk/payoff, a want to communicate with other beings, the fun of a game, and of course (pride). When we lost a lotto we found it sound to stop playing. Seeing an entire other area, as all dimensions are landmasses and the Play King’s realm their bridge, devoured by The Zhegrityoonkigawnahm made it serious. The monster took pleasure in its’ food. Of all the beasts we know none plays with its’ food before eating it. Hunting is just for sustenance. Be as it may that The Zhegrityoonkigawnahm could innately alter the world around it, like the Play King (though to a degree comparatively negligible) it still toyed with that dimension’s inhabitants –stringing out their deaths: letting worshippers and warriors line up to praise or try to kill it. Knowing that the other dimensions in the lotto’s pool included a being that would kill us. For fun. We realized the depth of the danger in the game. Still it was dreadfully alluring to add to our collection of dimensions. We couldn’t count the possibilities…

So do you think we quit participating in the games? Of course we did! Only mad beings would risk their existence for excessive gain.

Some rule the Play King made up {he claims it always existed} required we forfeit all the dimensions we’d won if we wouldn’t keep ours in the pool. For all his power the Play King reveals a childish demeanor to better hide his craft. Without other dimensions we would have no other beings to talk to. The world we live on hasn’t the materials necessary for space-flight.

So here we are…narrating to ourselves…wondering what could be different.