Would you play me?

In August, the city of Winnipeg holds an epic two-week folk festival called Folklorama. There’s a couple of dozen (more?) cultural pavilions (German, Ukrainian, Sudanese, Russian, Brazilian, etc), each with its own activities, cultural events, food, drink, and copious merriment. I haven’t been for many, many years, but thinking of going for a week this summer.

But that’s kinda ancillary to the point. I’m thinking that while I’m there, I might turn myself into a one-man living MUD via Twitter, or a website/blog, or something. I dunno the technicalities of it yet. Anyone remember playing Zork as a kid?

“You arrive at a front of the GERMAN PAVILION. An attractive woman bedecked in a dirndl entices you inside. Exits are NORTH into the PAVILION, or SOUTH to the street where the taxi dropped you off. What do you do?”

“Go NORTH”

“You arrive into the GERMAN PAVILION. There are dozens of long wooden picnic tables filled with merry-makers drinking liters of BEER and eating BRATWURST. There is a BAR to your left and a COMMISSARY to the NORTH.”

“Go to BAR”

etc.

Would you play me? Would you pay a dollar or two to play me (along with others) for the week?

No but you did remind me of Folkfest ( which is what we call it on the west coast ) and now I’m looking forward to all the delicious food.

Is it dark inside the bar? I wouldn’t want to be eaten by a grue.

The PAVILION is well lit and has ample mercenaries should trouble arise…no risk of grues or other misdeeds in these here parts. What do you want to do?

I’ll stop there, at risk of getting this kicked over to The Game Room, where I don’t want it to be. For now.

Punch BARMAN.

Goose HOT CHICK.

Piss on FLOOR.

I can see this being very entertaining.

I just wanna go to Folklorama. Or Folkfest. Or Winnipeg at all.

Dammit. Drat this being 40, having a child, a good job, a house, and all that stuff.
Time for a midlife crisis, I guess.