September 23

It's none of my business I have better things to do than some game. Well, maybe I don't, but I suppose a game isn't really the spot for me. Suddenly, the air began to permeate an odor that I couldn't stand. I didn't quite understand it. I'd gone down this street after school everyday. Why did it suddenly have a horrid smell?

Pumpkins. That's what the odor is. I can't handle the smell of it being cooked. Who's cooking it? Never mind. I should just leave. I have to get home.

Who did this? I guess I didn't really expect anyone to answer my question. Whoever made this little game up on the wall must be long gone. Did they plan on coming back? He or she would have to. What's the point of starting a game if they wouldn't come back to the see the fruits of their labor?

Maybe I should play. It doesn't seem that hard. The single rule seems simple enough. Then again, it seems illegal. The game creator seems to have gotten away with it. I don't even have the proper equipment. I guess I'll have to come back another day.

It's a perfectly good waste of spray paint in my opinion. Sure, I won't deny that I've used spray paint in the past, but those were usually for protests. I'd never start a game on a white wall with spray paint, hoping someone would play. First of all, who carries spray paint with them? Secondly, how many people are actually versatile enough to write with spray paint and it stays legible? I just think that there are better usages for spray paint.

Mimejiggle – a jiggling mine.

September 24

Someone played the game? It could just be the creator trying to drum some support. No. It's not the same handwriting, or spray writing rather. Maybe I won't get a reply, but I probably should ask:

Who wrote this?

I don't really think I'll get a reply, but I still want to know what kind of person would actually take part in the game.

I think it's rather sad. Who wants to be known for starting such a stupid game? Who wants to be known for playing such a stupid game? Who really cares about the identity of either of them?

It's not really in my nature to be outdone. I suppose the creator wouldn't mind if I used a marker.

Mimecestors – mime ancestors.

Meh. It's the best I've got for right now.

September 25

Someone else played? Well, they used a marker. And their word isn't even that good. Still, I love them for their tenacity. As for the question, it's not like if I give my name that he or she will know who I am. I guess there's no harm in it.

My name is Amadore.

Who's Amadore? Never mind. It's not like I'm the one who asked it. He's just a sad little man.

September 26

Amadore! Here I am saying the name like I know who that is. Well, I can't let him win.

Mimesaurus – silent dinosaur.

Mimesaurus? Well, it's not mimejiggle. I'll wait to see if more players join the fray before I play again.

Three players now. Am I the only one that sees how stupid this whole thing is? I should write that: This is stupid!

September 27

I don't think it's stupid. As a matter of fact, it's an opportunity to show off that me, the guy with the marker, is smart than the spray paint players. The nerd can actually beat the delinquents at a game they created for themselves. Maybe I'm being selfish. I can't really tell. I just want to win.

Mimejection – A silent ejection (of any kind).

Why do I even bother?

If the guy with the black marker plays twice, then I should play twice as well. I can't really think of anything ground breaking right now, though.

Chuck Mimis – If he roundhouse kicks you, you won't hear it.

Okay, Amadore. You're the only player whose name is known. I am not going to lose to you. I know this is a waste of spray, but I will not lose! How do you win at this game, anyways? Never mind! I will win!

Sea amimeone – Underwater mime. (The don't live very long) signed, Terra.

Mimetercourse – sex without touching.

September 28

A new player? Well, now we have four. The nerd will still prevail. Terra won't win. Amadore wont win. The new player won't win. Davin will win. I just can't think of anything right now.

Mimetercourse? That's a good one. It's still no mimejiggle. I have this in the bag.

Okay. If a new player can just trump everyone in just one move, then so can I!

Mimeyonce – she can turn you on without making a sound.

Can't the regular Beyonce do that? Not very inventive, Terra. You haven't had a good one since sea amimeone.

September 29

"What is a mime? A human whose virtues have not yet been discovered."

September 30

Who wrote the Emerson quote?

That's not very funny.

Huh?

Clever

October 1

I really want to know who has the audacity to write some quote as if he were someone of importance! Marker boy? No. It's in spray paint. Amadore? Not his spray writing. New player? Could be. It does really seem to match Mimetercourse.

I should really just stay here all day. If I didn't have to work, I'd stake this place out just to figure this thing out. I want to know who wrote that! Was it the creator? I'll stay as long as I can.

Was someone just leaving the wall? I couldn't tell. He looked like a tall guy wearing a jacket. Was he the new player? Was he Amadore? Did he write the quote? Was he the creator? The nerd loves this!

Is anyone as confused about the quote as I am?

I am. I'm the new player. My name is Tristan. Text me: 555-0798

October 2

I texted Tristan. I know that I'm not the one who asked, but if he's offering, I'd like to know more:

Where's the quote from?

It's a quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson. I thought the black marker guy wrote it, but it's he who asked me about the quote in the first place.

5:00. We'll meet here at the wall to talk. I'll leave a note on the wall. Hopefully Amadore and marker boy will read it.

Come to the game wall at 5:00 on October 3rd.

Is the game over? That's Terra's spray writing, not the creator's or the quoter's. I guess she's ending it herself. Okay. Let's see where this goes.

The nerd is in. I don't have a cell phone to text anyways.

October 3

Terra arrived a good hour earlier to make sure that she wasn't going to arrive late. He took an umbrella. The skies didn't look agree able as she left her house. She wore a pink tank top regardless with sparkling jeans. She was sitting against the wall paying with her umbrella, hoping that the numerous people that passed her would be one of her fellow players.

As 5:00 rolled around, she began to worry that they others decided not to come. She texted Tristan, and she could hear it beep just around the corner.

"You seem to be the kind of person to ruin surprises like this all the time," he said. "I'm Tristan. Since you look like a girl, I'm going to assume you are our only female player. You must be Terra." Tristan shook her hand. Terra was expecting a hug, but Tristan didn't seem comfortable with human interaction.

"No one else has arrived yet," she said. She didn't really care. She was looking at Tristan and his pretty face. She didn't even realize it when someone joined in on her left side. He was wearing black jeans, a T-shirt, and a hat with its visor to the left. He was pretty tone, and appeared to be the kind of person one would expect to carry a rose in his mouth.

"Black marker?" Tristan guessed.

"I take that as an insult," Amadore replied. "I came up with brilliant things. Mimejiggle?"

"Actually," came a new voice, "Davin is Scandinavian for brilliant, so I was born smarter."

"Now we have a name to the marker," Terra quipped, "but now we have a new mystery to discuss. Who wrote the quote? Who wins the game?"

"I win," Amadore said.

"I win," Davin mirrored.

"I never wanted to play," Tristan said as a disclaimer.

Just as Terra was going to add something, Tristan's phone beeped again. He gave Terra a look, as if he though it was she who had just texted him. She didn't. He looked at the texted, and read it aloud:

Congratulations, you are all winners of the game. By becoming participants, you have proven not only to yourself, but the other players and everyone that passes by that you have a natural talent in creativity and a need to expel it when you are given the opportunity. People from different walks of life have an innate talent for creativity. Davin is intelligent, and lives in near poverty. Amadore is a track runner who has slept with more girls than he can count. Terra is an animal rights activist who has been arrested for protests seventeen times. Tristan is just a regular kid who has attempted suicide three times in the last year. Despite your different ways of life, you have a connection. I hope you all take something out of this.

Signed, the creator.

October 4

"Someone erased it!" they all yelled together.

October 18

They were virtually in the middle of nowhere. Terra was seated on a log next to Tristan. She was pretending to be cold so she could sit closer to him. Davin sat at the opposite end of the log just waiting for Amadore to arrive in his truck. He finally did with the white board in toe.

"The game, Version 2.0," Terra said as she placed the white board against a tree. "Same rule. New word: Zebra. Ready. Set. Go!"