Someone dropped the name of this game in the Pit just now, and I was thinking of how we could adapt it to a forum board. It’s more verbal than physical anyway.
I’d guess it would go something like this:
DiFool: “I grab the flag, put on my Slippers of Evasion and make a quicksilver dash for the end zone!”
Autolycus: “Afraid not. You entered the Thicket of Impenetrable Vines and are now hopelessly stuck. I relieve you of the flag and, using my Helm of Opposition Obliviousness make for the other end zone!”
HockeyMonkey: “Oops-the helm backfires and makes YOU confused. You collapse in a heap and start counting the number of petals on a nearby dandelion. I take the flag and…”
So, would a game which has no rules actually work? Would we need a few basic ground rules anyway, just to prevent the game from hitting a dead end or something?
There can be no real ground rules outside of those imposed on us by outside. (The adults or in this case the SDMB rules)
In Calvinball you should show some restraint and cleverness is better than just making a power grab and oneupmanship but otherwise there should be no actual hard set rules, just some lose guidelines.
Now as this is Calvinball, while you are thinking about the rules, I sneak in and grab the flag and race for my goal. I of course invoke the rule*, that only a new poster can try to stop me.
Not a real rule of course but a temporary one until it gets changed later for a good enough reason.
Seeing as I knew what number you were thinking of NAF1138 (Nr. 8 BTW). I was able to snatch the flag amidst your confusion. Now I’m running towards the secret goal post , due west, that the great god Amaterasu told me about in a vision.
Today being Thursday and, as such, Transmogrifier Day, I Transmogrify myself into an elephant, grab the flag with my trunk, and thunder toward the endzone. As we all know, tigers are afraid of elephants, so don’t try to stop me.
I don’t need to stop you, considering you just sauntered into a giant pool of quicksand. I snatch the flag from your flailing trunk and begin moonwalking towards the endzone, which as everyone knows gives me immunity to any attempt to take my flag.
But it doesn’t give you immunity from triping over that giant tree root, because you are going backward and not looking, and trowing the flag in the air as you fall. Which you do.
Fortunatly I am there to catch it. I say “Pens are inky, girls are stinky, little stars go winky-dinky” (because it is Thursday) and wrap myself, legally, in my cloak of uncatchability, and make for the endzone.
Whence Suzie stumbles into the foray and picks up a tiny piece of thread on the ground which happens to be attached to the loose hem on your cloak. Unraveling the entire garment as you break for the goal causes you to become noticeably catchable and derelict in your ball handling skills.
I slap the ball out of your hand, scoop it up on the first bounce and head in the opposite direction.