Madness string 46457

Random mermaid
A darkened auditorium with 264 silent people in the seats. on the stage, me, sitting on a stool, lit by a spotlight, the only light in the theatre. I hold up a photo of my cat, ten people applaud, two or three hold up photocopies of the same photo, the rest do nothing, watching, waiting.
We call them games because they are not real. The bad things happen there, not to us. The characters do things we never could, and skip past the things we just don't care for. When the game becomes real... the implications hang in the air like a sentence that trails off into stupid oblivion.