GamePlaya

I am game-player. I will waste your time with false promises, hints and suggestions. I am male and female. I am straight, gay, bisexual, and pansexual. I am an amalgam, fluid and ever changing.

Yes, I am game-player. And I will use what you want against you, allowing you to project all you desire onto the blank canvas that is me, and reflect back all your self-made lies, self-delusions, escapist fantasies, and false ideologies--and mock you with a potency that I alone could not do without your complaisant hand.

I am both your addiction and that incorporeal needle from which you pump into your soul the poison of your own mind. And as the years go by, month by month, in that state you will remain, ever more solidified and petrified within the hardened amber of your own imprisoned world. For by whatever name you fancy yourself, dominant or submissive, male or female, you are a bondman, and I but the shackles you willingly put on that enslave and hold your rotting soul.

And alas, there then comes the day, where when once your sun was just above sun rise, it now lies below that ever dimming horizon, leaving you to wonder where the days of lost youth have gone. Deeper then will your delussions grow and I will silently laugh in my demonic rejoice as I sip from those last breaths of your growing frailty and your forever lost days of yesterday, never to be seen again. It will be then that the final realization comes that I was you--and that you were the one played the ultimate fool of the game you played.