"Quiet Bob..."
"Sssshhh..."
In a darkened room, somewhere in the year 3050, two boys are gathered with a DM-screen and some dices. One boy nervously looks out of the window.
"Come on... the won't find us!"
"Do you know what happened to my grandfather? He got zapped big time!"
The boys go and sit on the floor.
"We are the last ones that can do this. No one else seems to have imagination left. Every one else walks around like zombies. I want to play some knight. And then I go and slay some monsters and I get some xp."
"It has affected you too, I'm afraid" the other one said.
"No way! I am playing a knight!"
"What are his special features?"
"He is very strong and very brave. And he has loads of bonuses and feats."
The other boy sighs.
"PLEASE! Tell me about his parents! About his upbringing! About his fear for snakes, stuff like that!"
They heard some stumble from above. They looked at each other scared.
"Quick, teleport!" they yelled at each other.
They pushed some buttons on their watch.
"O no, we are too late. We are already put in a non-teleport-zone."
"Yeah, we can only teleport non's now."
"That is not funny."
There was a loud knock on the door. The door fell down.
"YOU TWO!" someone called. "Are you using IMAGIONATION?"
A police-like-person stood in the doorway.
"Is that the thanks your country gets? We supply you with everything needed, and you two just... just... FANTASISE!!! That is so... so very... SICK!"
He yelled at them in a disgusting manner.
"We were most certainly not using imagination! It is an insult Why would we fantasise when we have got all we want? Why would we play we can teleport if we can really teleport, for instance."
"Exactly" the police officer agreed. "Fantasy is no longer needed. That's just where those bad theories about the government doing things wrong come from. Like we could ever make mistakes. It is to laugh. Hahahaha."
"Hahahaha" did the boys say.
"Okay, I'll be going now. Bye" the cop said.
While he walked away, he accidentally bumped against a Players Handdisk.
"A... a... PHD! You guys are... role-players..."
The last word he said very soft, not to start a riot. The boys got all pale.
"Er... ehm... well..." one of them said. "Well... yeah... we are..."
The other boy prepared himself to jump out of the room.
"But... well... just look at his characterdisk!"
The policeman watched how the boy put the characterdisk in his watch.
"Here... look... it are all statistics! He has just maximized the powers of this character!"
"Aahh..." the police-man said. "That's okay. These are only statistics. That has nothing to do with real imagination. He is just some xp and treasure-hunter!"
The policeman was relieved and whistled a tune while he went out again. The boys were relieved for a minute.
After this the boy accused of role-playing without using imagination said: "HEY!"

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