‘Temple Run:’ the tragedy of Guy Dangerous
I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain!
One always finds one’s burden again.
In a darkened apartment loft somewhere in the cosmos, my face faintly illuminated by the dimmed screen of a smartphone, I lay in bed looking down at the fiery cap of a pixelated plunderer known to many as Guy Dangerous. It’s curious that as Guy’s controller I’m not quite sure whether he’s carrying his given name or the call-sign of a cheeky adventurer, but I suppose that his birth credentials are the least of my worries. For now, I’m just trying to collect some blocky coins floating above a mossy stone straightaway, while straining to avoid a careless mis-swipe of my omnipotent fingertip — just a single error and Mr. Dangerous, my ill-fated puppet, will be thrust once again into his eternally penultimate peril. But as it turns out, I haven’t just collected points in pursuit of an ever-higher Temple Run score: I’ve perpetuated an ancient tragedy.