"You broke the agreement a long time ago," he said, "and now there are no rules. The only reason I've been playing the game at all is because I was biding my time, and waiting for the penultimate moment to show you who you were playing with."
"You can't do that, it's not fair!"
"I can't play the game within the limits of the rules, but you can break all the rules entirely?! How is that fair?"
"I never broke any rules."
"Bullshit. You seem to think I'm blind and stupid. I've been watching you since the game began, and you have yet to play by the plans that YOU laid out."
"I never laid out any rules. You're making this shit up."
"Funny because I seem to remember giving in to your rules because you were so foolhardy in your belief that you were, and are, right. I tried to compromise with you. I even offered you the entire game on a silver platter."
"What game?"
"The game of supremacy that you wanted to play, and the very same game you are now losing with unimaginable rigor. Doesn't it piss you off that you started a war you couldn't finish? Is it eating you up inside that you know I'm right, and that you underestimated your opponent with so much audacity that your whole fantasy world of power and righteousness is crumbling before you? I only wish it were, but I know that you still think you've got me right where you want me. You think this whole thing is in your palm, and that I am right under your thumb, playing into your trap. Guess what? I've been leading you into a pit of quicksand since day one, and now that the sand is in your eyes, you're looking for a vine. A simple shred of hope that will help hold you together and pull you out of the misery you created. Something to clean the shit off your face now that you've fallen into the septic tank of your confidence, and the only person with a towel is me. The Game is over. You Lose."
"You can't do that, it's not fair!"
"I can't play the game within the limits of the rules, but you can break all the rules entirely?! How is that fair?"
"I never broke any rules."
"Bullshit. You seem to think I'm blind and stupid. I've been watching you since the game began, and you have yet to play by the plans that YOU laid out."
"I never laid out any rules. You're making this shit up."
"Funny because I seem to remember giving in to your rules because you were so foolhardy in your belief that you were, and are, right. I tried to compromise with you. I even offered you the entire game on a silver platter."
"What game?"
"The game of supremacy that you wanted to play, and the very same game you are now losing with unimaginable rigor. Doesn't it piss you off that you started a war you couldn't finish? Is it eating you up inside that you know I'm right, and that you underestimated your opponent with so much audacity that your whole fantasy world of power and righteousness is crumbling before you? I only wish it were, but I know that you still think you've got me right where you want me. You think this whole thing is in your palm, and that I am right under your thumb, playing into your trap. Guess what? I've been leading you into a pit of quicksand since day one, and now that the sand is in your eyes, you're looking for a vine. A simple shred of hope that will help hold you together and pull you out of the misery you created. Something to clean the shit off your face now that you've fallen into the septic tank of your confidence, and the only person with a towel is me. The Game is over. You Lose."
coliwali:
Man, have you ever heard of a game called Nomic? The only rules the game has at the start is a procedure to make up more rules.