
Boardgame that replaces upper-class intrigue with the searching despair of the doomed poet. Instead of trying to figure out who killed whom where with what, players try to torture some slim beam of meaning from the great clouds of existential confusion.
How to play:
Roll to see who dies, lonely and ultimately betrayed by the world they struggled to understand, first.
Take turns smoking, drinking, and trying to make some sense of it all on paper in the brief and terrible time we have on this earth.
Yearn for a connection; be terrible to one another in your weakest moments; toil in poverty and obscurity or, worse, become famous.
lol. I would play that game.
Look how dapper young Robert was.
Can I just have a poster of this? Please.