The World.
By Tyger
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages."
- As You Like It (II, vii, 139-143), Shakespeare.
Once, in his Foreign Literature class one of the playwrights had compared the world to a stage.
He thought it was a rather nice analogy, but he knew it to be false.
The world was not a stage, it was a game.
The type of game that changed with your opponent, but he liked to think of it as a board-game, like chess but infinitely more complicated.
A game where the rules always seemed to be changing, and one you could never completely control, but a game nonetheless.
Oh yes, the world was a game. And he always won games.