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attempting to justify why i’m doing what i’m doing, i made this board game poem.

the performers would need an object / piece to represent ourselves in the board.

after throwing a die we would move our piece, jumping the amount of adjacent places given by the obtained number. the direction to take is unconstrained (?). when arriving to a new place, we would move ourselves or the board if needed, and we would read the text in there.

the game should end when everybody in the room gets bored (a raised hand system can be used).

a cardboard piece with fragments of text pasted over it

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