This one is full of inside jokes from our little group sharing an online workspace during FAWM. It's probably not quite an Exquisite Corpse, but it is a corpse none-the-less.
For the record, the part of the Game Master was probably played by me.
And I still blame Slackbot.
That's all I'm going to say on the matter.
See You In The Shadows…
p.s. I've never been this prolific during FAWM. It's starting to scare me.
Ricky Martin's Corpse
When Trent Reznor stumbled into the yard
He believed the problem could be solved
Confidentiality be damned
He had to start speaking with his hands
And little by little he began to understand
Now the AI spoke from his cheeks
When he offered to help us with our needs
But under the spotlight it is said
All the fame must have gone to his head
And in the base all he found were the dead
Dice began to roll on the tabletop
As pages turned seeking a stop
If only we could dedicate
The time we used to replicate
That RPG we had to fornicate
Ricki Martin are you still there?
With your sparkle clothes and perfect hair?
Or has your voice gone a little hoarse
And knocked you simply off your course
Beware that you don't become a corpse!