Directions: Each player starts with a photograph. They write what it is, and then pass. The next person must contradict the person before them with an alternate theory.

(Players: AM, K, SC, HC, MB, BL, JF)

  • This is a sad old man.
  • This is the husk of a shrike.
  • A slug feeding on pink bubblegum.
  • What I pooped out this morning.
  • The ghost of my great grandfather reminding me to “look out.”
  • No, this is the soul of a fallen tree left to float in the numinous pink fires of wooden afterlife.
  • No. This is the embryonic state of stonehenge.
  • This is a doll box that’s been attacked by a maple leaf of light.
  • This is a maple leaf sprouting heads and legs.
  • The paws of the child melting into the flash.
  • This is the broken memory of a century-old doll.
  • Bloodthirsty seashell devouring the body of a helpless golden child.
  • A shadow box of morning light.
  • Actually, this is what remains when the flaying is completed.
  • This is the face of an octopus sentenced to death.
  • No! This is a wooly mammoth experiencing love for the first time.
  • Actually, it is the face of a dead troll, suddenly reanimated and rising from the grave.
  • It is the face of old man-tree, gnarled with herpes.
  • Incorrect, it is an aerial view of ridges in a rocky, lichen-covered mountain shape.
  • Or it’s a bad, untreatable skin condition.
  • Actually…you’re all wrong. It’s [redacted].
  • This is a fairy.
  • This…I can’t tell you about this….
  • Actually, this is the open window of the universe.
  • You’re all wrong. This is a keyhole to the doorway of your fears.
  • Ha! This is merely a space-dog, evaporating.
  • It is the keyhole beckoning entry.
  • It is the all-seeing eye of a transcendent squid.
  • Head of a puppet nailed to the wall.
  • Albino walrus emerging from the floor.
  • Dark matter encroaching on a spaceship.
  • George (Jr.). He owed my paw money.
  • In fact, it is the shocked and sorrowful face of a wall to be torn down.
  • This is the Alice in Wonderland rabbit struggling to break through the portal of reality.
  • Fools, turn the picture upside-down. Cthulhu has arrived…
  • The rabbit of your nightmares, breaking through the plaster.
  • This tree fell when my childhood dog died.
  • No, this is the broken bone of a fallen giant.
  • This is a bridge into an enchanted forest with a beam of light standing guard.
  • But actually, it is a jelly fish grabbing fresh prey.
  • The forgotten arm of an angel, broken at the senior wrist.
  • In fact, it is white moss in the shape of god’s clavicle.
  • Could it be a log fallen on a wintry day?
  • Dead bark under a microscope.
  • No way, it’s totally the guardian ogre of the underworld.
  • The faint traces of a memory…
  • But really, it is your face. Not your surface face but the true face you see in the black mirror behind your eyelids.
  • Or… it’s the face of the immortal sea demon, banished to a life of darkness.
  • A dried out pancake, waiting beneath your floorboards, ready to pounce.
  • A deflated volleyball, breaking from your pores.