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probably-voldemort

Today at after-camp daycare, we played Life and Death and God.

Basically, it’s the Game of Life but with some alterations created by the six 8-10 year old boys that were there. I was designated writer of The List Of Stuff, aka the list in which anything we currently “possessed” (ie houses, children, pets, spouses, Gifts From God) was listed under our name so we could keep track.

God was played by the one boy who didn’t want to actually play. When I asked him how God was going to fit into the game, he said that God worked in mysterious ways so he could randomly give people News From God whenever he felt like it. We settled that if someone spun a three, they’d receive a miracle, and if they spun a seven, they’d get bad news, and at the end of every round (ie when everyone had had a turn) he could make a new rule for the world.

“Dude, you should’ve prayed more,” God told one boy as he spun a seven. “Your dog got possessed by a demon and ate your baby. You need to get an exorcism. That costs $50,000 and a life card.”

“Aww man,” the unfortunate demon dog owner said. “Not Shark Tooth Junior. She’s my only daughter.” Flips through his money “What if I don’t want to spend money to get an exorcism?”

God shrugged. “Then I guess you can keep a demon dog,” he said, “but it requires a human sacrifice every turn or it’ll eat you.”

The demon dog owner sighed and paid the money, and I crossed off both Shark Tooth Junior and Chicken Strip the dog off his List Of Stuff.

“Congratulations!” God said on another turn. “You’re pregnant!”

“But I’m a man.”

“That’s why it’s a miracle,” God pointed out. “It’s the next Jesus! Also you have to name him Jesus The Second cause I’m God and I say so.”

I was blessed with the ability to turn water into wine at one point, and started a winery as a side business. Both were added to my List Of Stuff.

At one point, not long after he’d had his first child, one of the boys’ mom came to pick him up.

“Come on,” she said. “We have to go.”

“Give me a minute, Mom,” he called back. “I’m dead. We have to read my will.”

Thus proceeded the reading in which I read through his List Of Stuff one by one and he declared who each item/ability/person/animal went to and I then transferred each thing to other Lists Of Stuff.

“Your wife,” I read. “Elizabeth.”

“I’m leaving her to,” he trailed off, tapping his chin as he considered his options. “You, Kee.”

“You can’t give Kee your wife!” another boy protested, one who had already received three of the dead boy’s children. “That’d make her gay!”

“Kee can be gay if she wants to be,” the dead boy pointed out.

“Yeah,” the boy agreed, “but she’s already got a husband.”

“She can have a husband and a wife,” God declared. “It’s called being bisexual. It’s allowed. Plus I’m God, so that makes it double allowed.”

And that was how I ended up receiving everyone’s wives in their wills, and ended up married to my original husband, Lizard, and my four wives, Elizabeth, Lizzy, Eliza, and Shark Tooth (there was a theme that God had declared we had to follow in naming our spouses, a declaration which came after one of the boys had already married Shark Tooth). I had no children of my own, but had eventually received dozens in wills, as I ultimately ended up as the last person left in after-camp.

And yeah. Life and Death and God was definitely a fun time, and I feel like we’ll be playing it again in after-camp tomorrow. It felt a little like dnd, tbh, with God being the dungeon master, and I would definitely recommend it to anyone wanting to spice up their Game of Life. You could probably add in a drinking game aspect if you’re not playing with small children, or make like God Cards or something for people to pull from if no one wants to be God.

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Can I get more details on how to play this? Bc I’m completely on board.

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Someone had sent an ask wanting the rules, so I’ve given as much details as we had in this post here. Admittedly there aren’t much more details, considering I was playing with small-ish children and we only had a fairly short amount of time to actually play, so it can definitely be developed more if anyone was wanting to!

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So I Nearly Had a F***ing Heart Attack

So, I have a cat. A big cat. He’s part Maine Coon and weighs almost 26 pounds. He is literally the definition of a gentle giant, nicest cat you’ve ever met. I love this monster of fluff.

He could’ve died tonight.

My across the street neighbor has a son, who owns a dog. That dog stays with her sometimes. They argue about it. She doesn’t want the dog. He wants her to keep it. It jumped the fence.

Came across the street at my cat, treed him up a light pole. On the cat’s way down, he lost his grip on the pole and fell, hit the fence on his way down. He made it under our motorhome, hid up in the tires where the dog couldn’t reach him. Drew blood on the dog, too. Some kind of boxer or bull dog mix. In that family of breeds, but he wasn’t a Pitt bull, I can say that much.

It took us an hour to get that dog. Our next door neighbor called the cops. My grandmother called and sent my grandpa over to help. The lady who lived at the house came over too.

I was terrified. I’m glad my cat got up where he did, if that dog got him, he was a dead cat. Even after we got the dog, it took 20 minutes to get our cat.

My sister and her friends showed up towards the end. They were at her guy friends fight, he was boxing. They walked home. My sister had a panic attack when she realized what happened. She was crying. Crawled under the motorhome with the cat the minute we had the dog. There was apparently a lot of fur. There was blood, too.

We got the cat inside. He was panting pretty hard. His fur had dried slobber in it, and he was pretty shaken up.

I think he’ll be okay. Cats are tough, and he didn’t look terribly bloody, so I think he’ll be okay. I’m still worried about him. He’s my cat. I love him.

I’m still a little shaken. The cat will be okay

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me when i see a cat: CAT! cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat cat

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Fun fact: when I see cute animals, I forget English and automatically revert to my native Hungarian. I don’t know what bystanders make of me, reciting guttural gibberish to rabbits.

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But the real question is, what are you SAYING to the rabbits? Is it ‘RABBIT! rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit rabbit bunny bunny bunny awww cute bunnyyyyy’?

lurknomoar lurknomoar

Well, I usually say the Hungarian equivalent of ‘bun bun bun lil bun look at your tiny spoon-shaped ears awww bun brave little lawnmower bun’, but sometimes I say ‘hey rabbits, my sister’s gonna go to med school’ because I think everyone should know.

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I live in Japan, and I always revert to English to talk to small animals, and I was cooing at this tiny little fluff machine of a puppy in baby english like “hello you’re so cute such a cute hello hello yess you’re good” and the 70 year old Japanese lady that was walking him started to *translate the baby talk english into Japanese* for her pup. She wanted to be sure he understood it too.