Michael O’Connell ➡️ PAX Unplugged
            
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          Anarchy Game Studio is a Seattle-based father-son team that makes tabletop boardgames that spark conversation and inspire creativity:
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I am Michael. Co-designer of Finspan. Once wrote and published comics. Adoptee. Neurodivergent.
      
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      Once upon a desert sandy
As through winds the trav'ling man he
Spied the face of Ozymandy
Lying, simply lying there
Suddenly there was some writing
Pon the plinth that he was sighting
That the sand and time were blighting
Quoth the statue, "Now despair"
        As through winds the trav'ling man he
Spied the face of Ozymandy
Lying, simply lying there
Suddenly there was some writing
Pon the plinth that he was sighting
That the sand and time were blighting
Quoth the statue, "Now despair"
      There was an old man you could gaze 
At his works in despair in a daze
If you looked upon them
And were mere mortal men
'Ozymandias mighty', it says
  At his works in despair in a daze
If you looked upon them
And were mere mortal men
'Ozymandias mighty', it says
        
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      This is just to say
I have looked on
the works
that were in
the desert
and which
you were probably
thinking
would still stand
Forgive me
they were trunkless
so vast
and so old
        I have looked on
the works
that were in
the desert
and which
you were probably
thinking
would still stand
Forgive me
they were trunkless
so vast
and so old
      Once upon a desert sandy
As through winds the trav'ling man he
Spied the face of Ozymandy
Lying, simply lying there
Suddenly there was some writing
Pon the plinth that he was sighting
That the sand and time were blighting
Quoth the statue, "Now despair"
  As through winds the trav'ling man he
Spied the face of Ozymandy
Lying, simply lying there
Suddenly there was some writing
Pon the plinth that he was sighting
That the sand and time were blighting
Quoth the statue, "Now despair"
        
      Reposted by Michael O’Connell ➡️ PAX Unplugged
    
  
   
        