Maybe, for you, this is a holiday time for Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa or similar celebrations.
You’re preparing meals, presents, and plans to be with family.
Just as possibly, after a few days of staying with Uncle Arnold and Aunt Doris along with half your relatives, you’ll be ready soon to send your thoughts elsewhere, even though your body is obligated to stay in that house.
At least, that’s the agreement you made with your spouse before you realized just how much Uncle Arnold loves his model trains, and Aunt Doris’ famous casserole is more famous for its lasting effects than its flavor.
Cousin Beth’s story about the shoes she bought in 1953 was fun only the first 10 or 20 times, Brother Felgercarb manages to find the most annoying political stands to take, a niece keeps sneaking off with your presents to use in some kind of science experiment in the basement, and you’re still not sure who the guy is that takes you out to his car every hour to give you questionable stock market advice.
What to do, what to do?
One of TSW’s major points of focus is conspiracy.
Spicy stuff, right?
Shadowy figures lurking in all areas of society, effecting control and change through nearly indiscernible, nefarious means.
Can you create your own conspiracy?
This game is about opening the creative floodgates.
As a writer at TSW, I work hard to bring true stories to you. That’s why a game like this can be fun; there are no restrictions about factual information. Anything is possible.
You can play this by yourself or with others. It’s a little bit like the Kevin Bacon game, but without being tied to, you know, the truth.
First, try to think of two people, events, activities, or places that are highly unlikely to be connected in some conspiracy.
For example, just off the top of my head, my dog’s tendency to drool and Ryan Dube: the man who runs Top Secret Writers.
Next, construct a series of events, actions, and reasons for the connection.
1. Ryan runs Top Secret Writers.
2. Because he’s in this position, he has a better possibility than many others to have knowledge of a grand conspiracy between world governments, space aliens, and poultry producers.
3. I’m in contact with Ryan.
4. Though there’s very little evidence to prove this, Ryan suspects that I have some intelligence.
5. Ryan is worried that I might uncover the grand Ryan/governments/alien/poultry cabal.
6. So, Ryan came up with a scheme to keep me busy and out of the way.
7. He throws extra assignments my way, and gives me a lot of leeway with my writing, causing me to have to think about them longer.
8. But this isn’t enough. He had to be sure I was too occupied to find out that he’s about to collect all the world’s gold and head to Alpha Centauri with world leaders and chicken farmers.
9. So, he works with the chicken industry to place a secret chemical in my dog’s food which contains the bird.
10. This makes my dog drool and adds just enough to my day to keep me distracted and not see the truth.
Voilà! A make-your-own conspiracy in no time.
Added bonus points: Ryan’s also in cahoots with Aunt Doris, Brother Felgercarb, the niece and the guy with the stock tips are employed to give me indigestion through various methods and, therefore, eat up more of my time.
Cousin Beth and Uncle Arnold are just annoying on their own with no hidden agenda.
The possibilities are endless.
Personal computer processing speeds and JLo’s hairstyle. Most glues being colored white and the current Nikkei quotes. Your hat size and Rip Torn’s prolific movie career.
Pretty soon, you’ll be able to concoct conspiracies out of anything.
Have a fun holiday!
P.S. – No, those aren’t my relatives…or my dog.
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