Okay, it's not really a game, but it's actually quite fun and therapeutic. Some of my friends took a surrealist class and somehow, someone got around to writing an angry letter to Rob Doe. Blaming him for everything. So all it is is an angry letter to someone, doesn't have to be to Rob, could be anyone and blaming them for things they had absolutely no control of. I got the idea because of LastPoet's insult him thread.
It can go something like this:
Dear Rob Doe,
What did you do to my computers? Seriously, I know I'm getting a new one, but that doesn't mean it's fair game to sneak into my house at night and fuck with my computers! I don't know what you did to Raven, but she's scrolling and changing windows whenever she feels like it. Oh, wait, you have a mouse at your house that is connected to Ray. That's it isn't it? I demand that you stop, right now and don't even think about starting it up again. and Cosmo–why can't he go on the internet? Did you cut the cable while you were here last night? I bet you fucking did. or maybe you broke something inside of Cosmo. Was that it? answer me! and Fix it! Jesus, Rob.
He was your fault too, wasn't he? Jesus, that is did you kill him or did you just write the Bible? But quite frankly I thought you were a writing major and could at least write a mythological story without contradictions. Oh, it was because English was your first language? I don't need excuses, Rob. You really need to stop causing all these terrible problems in the world. But I'll tell you what, I'll get back at you by telling a bunch of people you don't know that you are the cause of everything.
Love,
Cego Colher
It can go something like this:
Dear Rob Doe,
What did you do to my computers? Seriously, I know I'm getting a new one, but that doesn't mean it's fair game to sneak into my house at night and fuck with my computers! I don't know what you did to Raven, but she's scrolling and changing windows whenever she feels like it. Oh, wait, you have a mouse at your house that is connected to Ray. That's it isn't it? I demand that you stop, right now and don't even think about starting it up again. and Cosmo–why can't he go on the internet? Did you cut the cable while you were here last night? I bet you fucking did. or maybe you broke something inside of Cosmo. Was that it? answer me! and Fix it! Jesus, Rob.
He was your fault too, wasn't he? Jesus, that is did you kill him or did you just write the Bible? But quite frankly I thought you were a writing major and could at least write a mythological story without contradictions. Oh, it was because English was your first language? I don't need excuses, Rob. You really need to stop causing all these terrible problems in the world. But I'll tell you what, I'll get back at you by telling a bunch of people you don't know that you are the cause of everything.
Love,
Cego Colher