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....was greeted with g'days by all he met as he inquired about the whereabouts of one P. Quinn, or as he liked to say, the "Mighty Quinn", for he had heard that he was here down under and had a hunch that he had much to impart to him about his existence and fate, and so....

...he called Kangaroo Taxi service, waited for his ride, hopped right into the pouch (that's what this ride share service called the passenger compartment), and told the driver to "Hop to it!" and take him to where P. Quinn was known to frequent, Downsneyland, The Hoppiest Place On Earth...

....which he did, and upon arrival at this storied utopia, he discovered that Downsneyland really was hopping as far as the eye could see, and straightaway a fellow named Hopalong Cassidy III, peg leg and all, hopped over to him and asked...

...if he knew where the nearest sarsparilla bar was, and by the way, if he'd buy him a drink, he'd tell him more about his (fortune cookie) fortune, as well as his unique gift of time and space travel, which would also explain how the heck he (the young train-hopping runaway) got from Missouri to Australia so quickly and easily, so of course he...

... after having downed a few sarsparillas, he explained his belief that he possessed an abundance of productive imagination, the one human ability the sets us apart from all other creatures, and allows us to transcend the limitations of space and time while we imagine things that have never existed and go on to magically create and build these never before seen things, like smartphones with 500GB of storage and 8 GB of RAM, so on he went as he explained how his good fortune and fate.....

... had brought him in contact with fantastically articulate folks who, at a time when he himself was temporarily indisposed, kept him engaged and entertained by weaving an intricate, interesting, innovative tale where they filled the only sentence in the story with mystery, intrigue, metaphor, excitement, thereby giving him occasion to ponder about ....

....the long path ahead he would happily navigate as an itinerant story teller, using his oral gifts to relate to whoever cared to listen the tales learned from his wandering the four corners of the globe, and he would rely on the kindness of strangers to...

... fulfill his current yearning for...

....food and drink, shelter, and supplies in exchange for the telling of his incomparable Homeric tales, so that he could continue his worldly trek, with his next destination being.....

... one that would satisfy his mundane need for good cheap cell phone service, which brought back fond memories of his days with a free-spirited cell phone community, unfortunately no longer in existence, that had first introduced him to all things frugal in the cell phone world, and as he thought fondly about the folks he had first met as part of that free-spirited cell phone community, he wondered ...

...how several of those people who hooked their wagons to the Cellnuvo infinite plan would fare as they traversed the long and winding and sometimes bumpy road that led to the mother lode environs of California and Alaska, where they hoped to pan for gold nuggets that they could convert to cash in order to purchase phones and phone plans....

... and having seen recent reports of those CellNuvo "gold miners" buying good cell phones using their existing stash of gold nuggets, he felt a sharp twang of regret at not having hitched his own wagon to the Cellnuvo caravan after the fall of the aforementioned free-spirited community -- for he was always on the lookout for cheap phones and surely nothing is better than a phone gotten for free after a few minutes of gold-digging per day no matter what travails one had to endure in the interim -- but then snapped out of his self-recriminations, for in front of him stood...

...none other than Karl, the legendary founder of the now-gone free spirited community, who shared his wisdom and experience with the young man, telling him...

..... young man, please listen carefully to what I say....are you listening?...'BLOCKCHAIN", more specifically----"Chain BLX"---: is the future. Wherever you go in the future, :"Chain BLX" will be there, a statement the young itinerant pondered while wondering who this disruptor was and how he could be....

...here, talking with the young man face to face, when the latest rumors had placed him in Norway, but then it dawned upon him that Chain BLX's magical powers might be able to not only transform technologies and business norms, but also travel as we know it, which made him wonder if Karl's appearance could possibly, just possibly, be a virtual one instead of his actually being here, so to find out, he...

... stood up from his chair, walked the three steps that placed him next to (virtual?) Karl, and...

....started speculating on the differences between virtual, real, and ideal images as well as the behavior of light rays and the philosophical problems about the reality of the thing in itself, etc. until it dawned upon him to apply Occam's Razor and the time honored reality test created by the famous by Dr. Johnson, where the Dr. forcefully kicked a nearby large stone from which his foot recoiled, after which he asserted that the rock was real. So, extrapolating on this method, the young man forcefully booted a possibly virtual Karl in the shin, which brought forth....

... a loud "Ouch, Hey, what are you doing?" yell from Karl, but the searing pain that shot through his own foot after the kick was so intense, he had to at least entertain the possibility that Karl's shin was composed not of sinew and skin, but of material akin to hard solid rock, which meant that ...

....either his wife's sister, Medusa, had turned him into stone after the sad failure of R+, or that Karl had invented an extremely hard yet very light graphene artificial leg to replace the one that he tragically lost due to a horrific accident that occurred while he was hiking in Norway while trying to find Wittgenstein's remote historic hut, which would explain....