This is Andy. He is boring. He enjoys doing boring things. He doesn't know how to do anything else. Being boring is just how he is. It's how he always has been and he thinks it's how he always will be. So there Andy goes, staring into the sky wondering to himself if this is some sort of game. Why is he so boring? Why can't he have an eventful life? What made him this way? It all seems like some game is being played and he is losing. Either that or it's an extremely long and tedious game that no one wins and everyone wants to stop playing after the first round but for some weird reason they keep playing. Maybe in that situation it is all a game too. A game being made of those playing a game. As Andy's thoughts start to spiral into the never ending possibilities of that thought train, Something very strange happens.
A mysterious poof comes out of nowhere and grabs Andy's attention. It takes a little while but the smoke clears away and reveals what has just been poofed.
It's a fish.
Some games just aren't fun.
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