My brother and I played Wadiff all the time when we were children.
Wadiff…we had a million dollars?
Wadiff…we were the only people in the world?
Wadiff…we could fly?
Wadiff…we were invisible?
Half the fun was agreeing on the rules for each scenario. For example, it was always stipulated in the second one that we could drive, fly planes, and operate any kind of machinery.
Your all’s are better and I thought plike was ours but…daryuh. My younger brother and I practically lived in the park for a while and one time a known-to-be-mean boy threw a dead snake at me there. “Pick it up, I dare ya!” We were at the swings. The snake was long and its throat was white and it was very dead so I picked it up and started swinging, mashing it in my hand against the chain. As I got higher I did my usual trick: turned upside down, wrapped my legs around the chains, and let go with my hands. Except this time I was dangling a dead snake over my head, upside down. Come to think of it, it might have been my finest hour.
My neighbors when I was a kid growing up in Los Angeles were from Arkansas and had some interesting words and phrases. The only one I can recall now was “pike like”, meaning pretend. “Let’s pike like we’re Indians!”
My daughter didn’t like “swear words” but had a complete list of workarounds. One day I explained that her “freaking” was just “fucking” watered down and she was a bit mortified.