bom roteiro pra sonho

É impressionante como estranhos podem ser um enigma. Principalmente na internet, onde as pessoas extravasam toda a sua esquisitice que guardaram pra elas; ainda mais num sábado (para quem não sabe, ficar na internet sábado é coisa de quem não tem nada pra fazer nesse dia; logo, é estranho. Nos dois sentidos). Se você for perceber a data dessa postagem, vai ver que eu estou me acusando. Mas como ninguém lê isso, nem o blog muito menos a data, não vai fazer diferença. enfim, vamos a conversa, que pode ser um bom roteiro pra alguma arte MUITO nonsense:

Stranger: You are standing in a large room. The walls are decorated with flower-like designs which almost seem to be made of tiny letters. The floor is clean and bare except for a silk cushion and an apparently blank piece of paper. Exits are NORTH, WEST and SOUTHEAST.
Stranger: >
You: so...
You: what happens then?
Stranger: You wait five minutes. You slowly grow bored.
Stranger: >
You: ok
Stranger: You start thinking about Buddhism.
You: hum
Stranger: If Buddhism is about choosing your own path to enlightenment, how can you not be Buddhist?
Stranger: How could Buddha have been so fat at a time without wheelchairs?
You: that makes sense
Stranger: You ultimately fail to come up with answers for lack of information sources.
Stranger: >
You: ok
You: mau i ask you a question?
You: why theres no south exit?
Stranger: Common commands are 'look', 'wait', 'examine', 'move'
You: oh
Stranger: You look south.
Stranger: At first you only see more wall with the complicated flower-like designs.
Stranger: But then you begin to notice a sort of... pulsating...
You: omg the wall is breathing!
Stranger: Apparently there is a visual trick.
Stranger: Do you wish to examine the wall more closely?
You: im afraid to, but i do
Stranger: You quietly walk up to the wall, as if not to disturb it.
Stranger: You bring your head within centimetres of a particular design. It seems to be of a rose.
Stranger: You realize that the letters you saw earlier are in fact in Braille.
You: hum
Stranger: However the dots are unlike what you have seen in elevators.
Stranger: Instead of small groupings of regularly-spaced dots, some of the "letters" are formed of continuous lines, with varying depth.
Stranger: You suddenly become afraid.
Stranger: >
You: is it like an alien language or something?
Stranger: I do not recognize that command.
You: ok
You: i examine
Stranger: Examine what?
You: the dots
You: try to touch them, to remember of something
Stranger: You carefully reach your hand out to a pair of dots.
Stranger: You cannot discern a pattern.
Stranger: Suddenly, you hear muffled voices coming from somewhere.
Stranger: It seems to be a conversation, but you cannot make out the words.
Stranger: The voices approach from the southeast.
Stranger: You can hear several pairs of footsteps.
Stranger: >
You: uhum
Stranger: Do you wish to yell incoherently while waving your body like a maniac?
You: no
Stranger: You stay calm, at least outwardly.
You: yeah
Stranger: Do you wish to greet the approaching voices?
You: yeah, to be sympathetic
You: but from a distance
Stranger: You call out, "hello there!" The voices stop instantly, and the footsteps continue at an irregular pace. Some seconds later, three midgets appear at the southeast entrance. They immediately go still upon seeing you. They actually look like they are paralyzed and would fall over if pushed.
Stranger: A whimper escapes the lips of the nearest.
You: what is he saying?
Stranger: Then the spell is broken and they start performing circus tricks for your amusement.
You: ?
Stranger: Do you tip them?
You: do i have money?
Stranger: You check your clothes: no.
Stranger: The midgets become suspicious.
Stranger: "Oi yor ain' gunner peach us are ya?"
Stranger: the tallest one says.
Stranger: They seem to be insisting on a tip.
You: how am i going to tip them, if i dont have money?
Stranger: The others surreptitiously slip their hands into their deep pockets.
Stranger: I do not recognize that command.
Stranger: They seem to be quite angry now.
Stranger: "Now now li'en hee mista, we ain' lea'n witout our tip!"
Stranger: The two others now visibly wield knives
You: omg
Stranger: Suddenly, they all begin to juggle their knives. It was all a part of the act!
You: aaaaahh
Stranger: Suddenly, one of them throws their knife as you, quick as a snake. It impales you in the neck. As you drift into permanent sleep, you hear one of them muttering "good fer nothi' peacha"
Stranger: You lose.

E, por mais incrível que pareça, eu só me pergunto uma coisa: o que que budismo tem a ver com isso?