TEXT:  
  This is not a game 
   
  Take me into a public place. 
   
  Somewhere that people expect some decorum. 
   
   
  And tear me with your hands. 
   
  Try not to let anybody notice.  
   
  If somebody looks at you, uncertain, you are losing. 
   
   
  If somebody asks what you are doing, you have lost. 
   
  Tear along the lines… 
   
  …or don’t. 
   
   
  Suffering doesn’t always follow the rules. 
   
   
   
  Just make sure nobody sees my pain. 
  
SOURCE: textdata/thevault/LARP [multi]/This Is Not a Game.pdf