Team Dejobaan has a garden. It's a pretty garden with deep burgundy tomatoes. We drive wooden stakes into the ground. The vines wrap themselves around the stakes. We watch pumpkins grow so quickly. It's one of life's easy pleasures.



Rabbits brave the fence to feast on our strawberries. The most succulent, tender fruits. Our fruits. We lovingly plant them. We raise them as eagerly awaited delights. But our strawberries are destroyed and eaten by rabbits.

The fence can't keep out determined rabbits. They burrow. They climb. They dig into our garden and steal our feast. This is fair, because as the rabbits eat the fruits, we feast on the rabbits. The most succulent, tender creatures. Lovingly shucked. Braised. Eagerly awaited delights. First, remove lungs and kidneys. Save them for later. Heat a skillet with sesame oil. Chop garlic and sautee in the oil.



Our strawberries feed the rabbits, and so, they feed us.

Every generation gets a little smarter. Every season we lose a few more vegetables. The weak and unlucky creatures pave the way for their wiser, stronger cousins.



Pixies are luminous and tiny. The fence can't keep out determined pixies. The first time a pixie enters, we take a photograph for our records. The second time, a tiny needle coated in hydropamine is shot with unerring accuracy. The pixies -- I think they're pixies -- are taken to the sub-basement. The room that doesn't appear on the property's blueprints.

We feed the weakest and the stupidest to the rabbits. The rest are educated differently. We give some pencils and paper, and encourage them to draw. We sit some down before old computers. To learn. And work. They are permitted to sleep when we are out.



This game is the first game created by our Children. We think of them as our children.

This is fair, because the rabbits feast on the strawberries, our children feast on the rabbits, and we feast on our children. They are elegant, lovely creatures. Wings carefully plucked. Braised. We eagerly await them at supper.

Every generation gets a little smarter. The weak and unlucky creatures pave the way for their wiser, stronger cousins. Every season we write another game. Every season our games become a little better.