Game Master: So you’re walking down the street, minding your own business-
Player: No I’m not! I’m minding someone else’s!
GM: You know, that’s getting really old.
Player: Oh, fine, I’m minding my own business. What street?
GM: Harrison, the bridge, it’s about 4:30 or 5 O’Clock. Rush hour traffic, week after Christmas.
Player: Ugh, well it’s warmer so I’ve got on a sweater and my peacoat, open, wool scarf and watchcap.
Player: Ponytail wound up and tucked in the hat. Merrel slip-on shoes, thank you. The standard attire.
GM: You love those shoes.
Player: Can you blame me?
GM: *heh* No. Alright. December, blah blah, you’re walking home. What do you do?
Player: This is so a trick question. Ah, I turn down to cut past D’Angelo Park.
GM: The rape park?
Player: It’s probably closer to 4:45 than 5, which means there’s some light, and the new street lamps are up, so it’s safer. Besides, that was three years ago, and I have my pepper spray cause of the Wrigleyville Rape asshole.
GM: Wait, if you’re cutting past the park, aren’t you taking the Brown/Purple line?
GM: And neither of those stop at Addison-
Player: Dude! You don’t think he might move around the area?
GM: Oh, okay, point. So you’ve cut past the park.
Player: Through the parking lot and past the Crocodile Lounge.
GM: I remember when rock was young!
Player: Me and Suzie had so much fun!
GM: *hee!* That’s a weird lounge.
Player: No shit. And I go on, past the corner store that played MmmmBop! every day for a month a couple summers ago-
GM: If you even dare get that song in my head-
Player: – and it was all MmmmBop!, bop-be-de, uuuu-whop!
GM: Aaaaaugh! You die! The end!
Player: *snigger* Okay, okay! And across the street, under the El, past the radio shack, the cheap sushi and-
GM: Roll perception.
Player: Ah, fuck. *rolls* Um, okay, 4 success levels.
GM: Hmm, okay, you notice, out of the corner of your eye, the aggressive begging lady, who is today outside Dunkin’ Donuts instead of the Stock Exchange.
Player: Ugh. How crowded is the street?
GM: Not a lot, it’s post Christmas, and everyone’s downtown for the sale, rather than in the Financial District.
GM: Still walking?
Player: Oh yeah, but doing that ‘She’s crazy, I don’t see her, I don’t hear her.’
GM: Black watchcap and blue scarf?
Player: Grey, thank you. The blue one is fleece.
GM: Well, she sees your bag and says “Button girl!”
Player: I ignore her. Damn, I only have two! The TAR button, and my Batman one. Batman. I love him.
GM: Today he mocks you. She calls out, “Batgirl!”
Player: Dude, ignoring.
GM: She’s gonna get pissed soon.
Player: Not when I have my +4 iPod shield of annoyance protection!
GM: … You didn’t declare it.
Player: It’s standard! I didn’t declare my bag, or which one it was, but you knew.
GM: I thought it broke or something.
Player: The new one came back the 20th, and I’ve been using it since the 21st. Loooooser!
GM: Yeah, yeah, she kills you, you die.
Player: The end.
GM: Actually, she mutters, “Damn dot-Communist kid!” at your back.
Player: La, la, la! Ignoring.
GM: You can’t hear her if the iPod is on.
Player: See? I win.
Both: The end!