This is not a game. You may think this is a game, but trust me, this is not a game.
This is not something where the rock throws scissors or the paper covers the stone or rock and wraps itself in paper as a gift to the scissors. This is nothing like that. Or where the paper wrote something on itself and sued the scissors.
There is only one cake that is partially out of the way and not completely necessary to finish the levels. Just be careful and you will have no problem finding them all. No more games. Do not click or touch anywhere. DO NOT CLICK OR TOUCH ANY PLACE. Don’t laugh because there is nothing to laugh at. Do not try to use your computer mouse. Do not try to touch your mobile screen. This is your responsibility !!
This is “Bingo!” It’s not something you shout and then it turns out you don’t do bingo and what are the rules again? This is not him, man.
It’s not something where you roll the dice and move your warship around a board and land at a hotel and pretend that your warship is having sex with the hotel.
This is not tiddlywink’s, but where another actor winked at you because he oddly passed over and thought an old man was a good move. This is not the case at all.
This is not something where you sink a bird or crash a badminton bird or do anything with the birds. Look, forget about the birds, okay?
Maybe you think this is a big joke like the farmer with a beautiful but mixed daughter. But what they didn’t tell you is that the farmer was so depressed that he eventually took his own life.
This is not a brightly colored, sugar-coated piece of candy that you can brush the ants and pop them in your mouth.
This is not playtime or fantasy. This is real. It’s as real as a beggar crouching on the roadside, begging, and then you realize, Uh-oh, he’s not begging.
This is as real as a baby deer calling out to its mother. But her mom isn’t coming home anytime soon because she’s drunk in a bar somewhere.
It’s as true as a mummy who thinks it’s still inside a pyramid, but it’s actually in a museum in Ohio.
This is not something you can dress your kid up like a punk and send him a candy or a joke, because, first of all, your kid is twenty-three years old and secondly, he’s really a tramp.
All of this probably sounds old-fashioned and “right” to you. But if you love your wife, your country, your cats, your girlfriend, your girlfriend’s sister and your girlfriend’s sister’s cat, then so be it.
You jump through life by jumping in a dandelion field. But what you don’t see is that there is a bee on every dandelion and there is an ant on each bee and the ant bites the bee and the bee flower bites and I’m sorry if that shocks you.
You never had to struggle to put food on the table, let alone put food on a plate and balance it with a spoon until it came to your mouth.
You never know what it’s like to work on a farm until your hands are raw so people can smoke fresh marijuana. Or what is it like going to a factory and working eight long hours and then realizing that you went home and went to the wrong factory?
I don’t hate you I pity you You can never appreciate the gorgeous beauty of a double rainbow or the simplicity of an ordinary rainbow.
You will never grasp the silent joy of holding your own baby, or the silent comedy of giving it back to “his father.”
I was just like you. I would put my napkin on my lap, as I do now, instead of folding it into a small tent on my plate with a door through which a fork can enter.
I was going to parties and laughing – and I was laughing and laughing – because whenever someone said something, it had to be funny. I was going somewhere and slapping a five dollar bill and saying, “Give me everything you have,” and I didn’t even know what was there. And whenever I found two things, I would hold them to my head like horns, and then I would think a “horn” fell off.
I went to waltz without caring where I was pressing or whether the other person wanted to waltz.
Back then, the food seemed to taste better. Potatoes were more potatoes and turnips less turnips.
But then something happened, something that made me realize that this is not a game. I was passing by a building and saw a man standing on an ledge. “Jump! Jump!” I started yelling. What happened next would haunt me for the rest of my days: The man came down from the building and let out the vibrant sunlight. Since then I have realized that this is not a game.
Maybe one day it will be a game again. Maybe you can kick a pumpkin without people asking why you are doing this and whether you will pay for it.
Maybe one day the Indian will take down his tomahawk and the white man will drop his gun and the white man will get his gun again because Ha-ha, idiot.
One day we’ll sit by the fire, chew some marshmallows, have some nap, and maybe play a tune with ole guitacky.
And maybe one day, out of fear, but out of friendship, we will bestow our hats on the mockingbird.
If there is one idea I want you to take out of this, it is this: This is not a game. The other thing I want you to think about is, can I borrow five hundred dollars?
(Author’s Note: Since I finished this article I have been informed that this is actually a game. Sorry for everything I said above. But please think about five hundred dollars.)
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It starts with NO GAME on a black screen. “Hello user,” says a deep voice. I have bad news. Actually there is no game ‘. He goes on to say that you can do all these other things (like reading and watching television) but there is nothing to do here and you can leave him alone. It then tells you not to touch the title, especially the letter ‘o’, as it isn’t quite dry yet.
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If you click the “o” mark though, it will drop. The narrator is unaffected and tells you to put the letter back, but it keeps falling as long as you try. The narrator decides that he will fix it the next time someone restarts the game. It then hurriedly adds ‘Out of play’ and reminds you that there is no game.
You keep trying and it won’t work, but then you notice that something white gradually falls from the sky and then breaks, revealing a speaker icon. The narrator was once again unaffected and says’ There is no reason to use that symbol when he is at the point of departure. Is not it?
When you click the speaker icon, the narrator silences and tells you not to touch because he is a voice and a silent voice is like death. Touching again, the narrator says, ‘You’re trying to kill me! Ok then ‘and it pops up everywhere. “What do you think of this, because you like clicking everywhere?” says.
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When the narrator catches him he puts it in a wooden box and when you break it, he declares you as stubborn as a mule and puts you in a metal box, you can’t even call Superman by adding Kryptonite (yes, he knows there is no Superman, but since we’re in ga … we are not. )
You lift the box up and it falls to the ground, causing the letters to fall and the screws to appear. The narrator was not impressed.
When the screws are removed, a four-cavity screen appears for inserting the letters ‘VAR A’. The narrator tells you not to do it, but you are making the word GAME.
You get to a standard brick shooting game and the narrator will warn you not to play, otherwise ‘they’ will come and kill him. You play anyway and it tells you to stop and tries to move the bricks. When that doesn’t work, he picks up your ball and tells you that there are no other balls, but you find one on the side and keep playing. He’s not feeling well and soon multicolored squares appear everywhere.
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These squares are mistakes and the narrator needs you to make a goat with letters to attract users. You find a cave with a waterfall and a goat in the cage. The cage is locked, so you need to find the key.
The key is visible when you go back to the ‘Have One’ screen, but it takes a flying squirrel, so you need something to climb. This is a tree, but you get a small tree. Fortunately, you can water it by collecting water from the waterfall using the trophy you earned from the game. You grow up and climb a tree. The flying squirrel does not return the key, but when you remove the nut from the tree, it cracks it using the steel box and gives it to the squirrel.
Then you release the goat, but it won’t work and the screen is filled with glitches.
Returning to the black screen, everything is fine and the narrator apologizes, but still, as he said, there is no game. Alternatively, the player can choose not to forgive him, in which case a simple ‘Go to Hell!’ Der.
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