Omegle & the once and future RPG

Hace unos días me pasaron esto vía Facebook:

Pensaba que sería algún tipo de coña, pero Tarkel I el Breve me puso sobre la pista: es una conversación de Omegle.

El invento este es simplemente un chat entre dos personas, completamente anónimo. Ni siquiera se usan nicks. Entras, tú eres "you" y el otro es "stranger" y hale.

Por supuesto, el resultado puede ser demencial. La Dungeon Mistress encontró un artículo sobre el inventor del asunto, pero lo mejor son los comentarios, donde la gente se dedica a recopilar sus propias conversaciones absurdas.

La mejor, esta que pego íntegra debido a su absoluta e inapelable genialidad:

Connecting to server...

Looking for someone you can chat with. Hang on.

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You: Ok 3 convos in 1 minute

You: new record

Stranger: @@ WELCOME @@

Stranger:

Stranger:

Stranger: YOU ARE STANDING AT A CROSSROADS; THERE IS A DARK CAVE TO THE NORTH, A RIVER TO THE SOUTH, A SMALL COTTAGE WITH A THATCHED ROOF TO THE EAST AND A CLIFF FACE TO THE WEST.

Stranger:

Stranger: >

You: Are you playing WOW?

Stranger: ? I DON'T UNDERSTAND "ARE"

Stranger:

Stranger: YOU ARE STANDING AT A CROSSROADS; THERE IS A DARK CAVE TO THE NORTH, A RIVER TO THE SOUTH, A SMALL COTTAGE WITH A THATCHED ROOF TO THE EAST AND A CLIFF FACE TO THE WEST.

Stranger:

Stranger: >

You: Hi

You: I WANAN GO EAST

You: EAST DAMN IT

You: EAST

Stranger: YOU ARE FACING A SMALL COTTAGE. THE CHIMNEY PUFFS WHITE SMOKE.

You: /PUTS ON SANTA COSTUME AND JUMPS DOWN CHIMNEY

Stranger: ? I DON'T UNDERSTAND "PUTS"

Stranger: YOU ARE FACING A SMALL COTTAGE. THE CHIMNEY PUFFS WHITE SMOKE.

Stranger:

Stranger: >

You: WHAT ARE MY OPTIONS

You: OK

You: GOT IT

You: I WANT TO KNOCK ON THE DOOR

Stranger: ? I DON'T UNDERSTAND "WHAT". TRY 'INV', 'LOOK', 'EXITS'

Stranger:

Stranger: >

You: LOOK

Stranger: YOU ARE FACING A SMALL COTTAGE. THE CHIMNEY PUFFS WHITE SMOKE.

You: "LOOK"

You: 'LOOK'

You: oh

You: RIGHT

You: INV

You: INV

You: 'INV'

You: "INV"

Stranger: ==INVENTORY== 2 PIECES LINT, 1 GOLD PC., 1 HAMMER

You: WHAT

Stranger: ? I DON'T UNDERSTAND "WHAT". TRY 'INV', 'LOOK', 'EXITS'

You: WHAT

You: OH

You: EXITS

Stranger: THERE IS A DOOR IN FRONT OF YOU. TO THE WEST IS A CROSSROADS.

You: DOOR

Stranger: THE DOOR IS LOCKED.

You: USE 1 HAMMER ON DOOR

Stranger: YOU STRIKE THE DOOR WITH YOUR HAMMER. HERNIATED CRACKS APPEAR ON ITS SURFACE UNTIL YOU CAN BREAK A HOLE IN THE SURFACE.

You: WALK IN

Stranger: YOU ENTER THE THATCHED-ROOF COTTAGE. THERE IS A BURNINATED PEASANT INSIDE. YOU SPY DRAGON TRACKS ON THE FLOOR AND DETECT THE PRESENCE OF CONSUMMATE "V"S.

You: USE HAMMER ON PEASANT

Stranger: YOU HAMMER AT DEM BURNED BONES. THE BRITTLE BONES BREAK APART AND A FOUL ODOR PERMEATES THE AIR. IN THE RIB CAGE YOU SEE A MAP.

You: LOOK

Stranger: YOU ARE IN THE THATCHED-ROOF COTTAGE. THERE IS A BURNINATED HAMMERED PEASANT INSIDE. YOU SPY DRAGON TRACKS ON THE FLOOR AND DETECT THE PRESENCE OF CONSUMMATE "V'S.

Holy jesus christ, what the hell is going on.

El futuro del rol, ante nosotros.


Editado por la mañana para poner el enlace al foro donde Tarkel lo descubrió, llenito de conversaciones absurdas.