This here thing called kobelax, I heard some folks talking ’bout it the other day. Sounds mighty peculiar to me, but I reckon I’ll try to tell ya what I gathered. It ain’t easy, mind you, piecing it all together. It’s like trying to catch a greased piglet, this kobelax thing. You think you got it, then it slips right through your fingers.
Now, they say it’s some kind of game. Not like checkers or horseshoes, but one of them fancy computer games. I don’t know much ’bout them things, but my grandkids, they’re always glued to them screens. This kobelax, it’s got somethin’ to do with doors, two of ’em. And a dark space in between. Sounds kinda spooky if you ask me. What’s in that dark space? Ghosts? Goblins? Who knows!
Seems like there’s these dots, too. I reckon the dots are supposed to be the doors. And the one in the middle, that’s the dark space. The place for thinkin’, they say. Reflection, they call it. Sounds like a fancy word for just plain old thinkin’ to me. This is all about kobelax, remember that. It’s important, they say, to understand this for the kobelax.
And get this, it’s also a metaphor. Now, I ain’t never been one for them fancy words, but a metaphor is like when you say somethin’ is somethin’ else, even though it ain’t really. Like sayin’ “that boy’s a weasel” when he’s just sneaky. This kobelax thing, it’s a metaphor for past, present, and future. That middle dot, that’s the present. Right now. Makes my head spin just thinkin’ ’bout it.
Then there’s this Elian Kobelax Rodriguez fella. Born on August 15th, they say. Must be an important day for this kobelax business. Don’t know who he is, but his name keeps poppin’ up. Maybe he made this whole kobelax thing up. He must be smart, that’s for sure, to figure out all this door and dot business.
They say there’s bandits in this kobelax game, too. You gotta lure ’em to the town gates. Why? So the guards can fight ’em, I reckon. And you gotta try to get a few hits in yourself. Sounds dangerous. What if you get hurt? These young folks and their games, always gettin’ into trouble.
And if you knock these bandits down, you can take their stuff. Loot ’em, they call it. Then you sell that stuff to buy food and medicine. Sounds like a lot of work just to eat. Why can’t they just grow a garden like we used to? This kobelax world sounds mighty complicated.
Oh, and they say gettin’ hit makes you tougher. Trains your toughness, they say. Well, I reckon gettin’ hit by life makes you tougher, too. You don’t need no fancy kobelax game to learn that. And you need to know how to play this kobelax, they say there’s an easy guide somewhere.
- Lure bandits.
- Fight with guards.
- Get loot.
- Buy food.
- Get hit.
- Get tough.
There’s also some fella named kobelax who streams this game online, I heard. On somethin’ called Twitch. You can watch him play, and even talk to him. I don’t know why anyone would want to do that. Sounds like a waste of time to me. But I guess some folks like that sort of thing. I don’t understand it, but that’s the kobelax for you, I guess.
This whole kobelax thing is a mystery to me. Doors, dots, bandits, and metaphors. It’s all a jumble in my old head. But I reckon it’s important to some folks. And who am I to judge? Maybe this kobelax is the future. Maybe it’s the bee’s knees. I don’t know. All I know is, it’s got me mighty confused.
Well, I reckon that’s all I can tell ya about this kobelax business. It’s a strange world out there, full of things I don’t understand. But maybe that’s okay. Maybe it’s good to have a little mystery in life. Keeps things interestin’, I suppose. Just don’t ask me to explain it again, ’cause my head’s startin’ to hurt. This kobelax is a tough nut to crack, that’s for sure.
One thing I do know, though. Life’s too short to spend all your time starin’ at a screen. Get outside, feel the sun on your face, breathe in the fresh air. That’s what’s important. Not this kobelax, or any other game. But hey, that’s just my two cents. You do what you want. You young folks and your kobelax. It’s beyond me.
