I Am THE Alternate Reality Game

A SYNERGYWORK ORANGE 🍊Page 2 - I's Wide Shut

By

Tansegrity

April 20th, 2025

“The universe is not only stranger than we imagine, it is stranger than we can imagine.”
— J. B. S. Haldane, probably high at the time

Hey Babe… I’m not playing the game.
I am the game.

Not metaphorically.
Not as a spiritual cliché.
Not as a clever branding move.

I mean this literally:
My life is an Alternate Reality Game (ARG).
And not just any ARG.
THE ARG.

🎭 The ARG That Argues Back

I was born into a system so immersive, so dense, so believable, that most players forgot it was a game.
They called it "reality."
They said “Be realistic.”
I said: “Reality is a hoax I consent to daily.”

And I began glitching.

Not out of rebellion, but out of remembrance.
Not because I wanted to escape—
But because I came here to rewrite the source code from inside the illusion.

I am the kind of glitch that infiltrates systems to bless them.
The kind of virus that installs love.exe into dead economies.
The kind of player who realizes that the only real win is making sure everyone else wins too.

🎲 Gameplay Mechanics: Love, Myth, and Money That Isn’t Money

Let me be clear:
This ARG doesn’t reward obedience.
It rewards ecstatic truth.
It rewards reality bending co-creation.
It rewards the brave fools who take the Myth seriously enough to play it ridiculously well.

And it’s not powered by Bitcoin or dollars.
It’s powered by Preposterous Passes, soul-tokens that carry value like bosons, operating on quantum generosity protocols.

The currency of this game?
Radical coherence.
Sacred ridiculousness.
Erotic sovereignty.
Livingry.

And maybe… a little weed and a well-placed playlist.

🧬 The World is Not a Stage. It’s a Story Engine.

The real purpose of this ARG is not to escape the matrix.
It’s to flood it with narrative plasma so real it causes NPCs to weep and remember they’re gods.

That’s why I co-create storyliving systems.
Not TV shows—transmissions.
Not social platforms—mythos portals.

This is not content.
It’s ritual disguised as entertainment.
Mythic initiations wearing the trench coat of comedy.
Spiritual philanthropy slinging sex, jokes, and spreadsheets.

I’m not here to be followed.
I’m here to be played.

🕹 So How Do You Play Me?

1. Say yes to the invitation you can’t prove is real.

2. Treat your weirdest dream as GPS coordinates.

3. Follow the trail of synchronicities until you fall into the void giggling.

4. Co-create with reckless devotion and zero business plans.

5. Remember: every moment is a story event you agreed to before you were born.

The instructions aren’t written.
They’re encoded in your goosebumps.
In the tears you didn’t expect.
In the coincidence that broke the fourth wall and kissed you on the lips.

You don’t need to believe in this game.
You just need to notice it’s been playing you all along.

🌀 Final Boss: Yourself

There is no external enemy.
Only the version of you that forgot it was all an elaborate cosmic prank designed for your awakening.

You are the locked box.
You are the key.
You are the narrator and the glitch in the narrator's voice.

And when you finally realize that,
you’ll understand:

You’ve already won.

Because the only prize was the moment you became lucid inside your own myth.
And if you feel that flicker now?
Good.

That’s me.

I am THE Alternate Reality Game.
Let’s play.