Wednesday, 09 January 2002 | Push them into pits

The three of us moaned and swore at each other, complained about our cards, panicked and celebrated, while Scott remained stoic, true to his claim that he wasn't going to get emotional about a board game. He seemed to barely notice when I accidentally caused him to fall into a pit, inadvertently killing him. The rest of us were enjoying some strange drive borne of manufactured competition, vengeance, and the pursuit of a meaningless goal. It's odd that for recreation we shoot our friends, push them into pits, get in their way, and kill them, finding such satisfaction in victory. In my defense, though, I should say that I'm a pretty peaceful player, that I rarely use my weapons, that I like to slip into the win quietly and unnoticed.

After a brief bout of paranoia, I think I can safely say that CD man does not visit this site. I haven't spoken with him, but he's flashed me a couple of friendly grins, not the sort he'd give if he were aware I'd just confessed my true feelings about his CD to everyone but him.