RPS. The sport of, if not kings, then everyone else. A game of simple probabilities (33 1/3 - more on that later) that needs less equipment than soccer. The game that even a triple amputee - provided one hand remains - can play. And win. It's a dispute settlement mechanism: "I saw the gold first." "No, I did."
So you throw a set. Or the best two of three.
Rocks beat scissors. Scissors cut paper. Paper smothers rock. The elegance of it is breathtaking.
And yet, there's strategy. Within the simple construct, myriad variables exist: like gender, speed or...PSYCHE!s. It's universal (I think it's called "One, two, three" in Southeast Asia).
It's the active genius of play.
One, two, three, THROW!
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