Exquisite Corpse. What a game.

I'm not sure why I started another blog. I'm not sure why I made it black and purple with a blurry picture of some sad, anime boys as a header. I do know why I called it Cadavre Exquis. Not just because it is my favorite book of this point in my life, and I intend to have it tattooed on my body, but also because I love the game. The rules are at the top of this blog. It's basically Telephone but in a story form.
The best thing about it, is that you can play it with more than words. You can play it with art, or word of mouth. I feel like it's a good way to describe life. You write so many words, draw so many lines, shape so many pieces, and then another person comes and starts another line in your story, another piece to what you've begun. Every so often you take over narration again. The story is in your hands, then you hand to someone else. To put their pen to your paper and write bits of your story.
So this little bit will be my Exquisite Corpse.
My pieces to my story. Maybe I'll get others to put theirs here too.