Simone de Beauvoir heard voices arguing in the living room. As she hung up her coat, she heard the bolt on the door slide shut. Spinning around, she saw Niccolò Machiavelli standing between her and the now-locked door. The apartment she shared with Sartre now had no exit.
Machiavelli steepled his fingers like a creep.
"Game Night is ours, de Beauvoir, my minion is already explaining the rules to your former underlings. I shall either join your game night..." he paused menacingly" or see it destroyed! And Sartre already said I was free to play."
"Fine. Whatever. It can't be worse than letting Camus pick again."
She walked into the living room, Machiavelli slinking in behind her. Carnap was explaining something very enthusiastically.
"...so if we can develop a logical system for studying the relations between cases and evidence, we can then create a logic for evaluating the reliability of a hypothesis. Of course, we cannot be sure that any hypothesis is true, but we could perhaps evaluate its degree of confirmation! First we must separate the truth-values of sentences from their supposed meanings of course..."
"Sure, let's do that Carnap," Wittgenstein rolled his eyes.
At the front of the room Thomas Hobbes cleared his throat.
"Now, I shall dealeth the rolle cards! Take a moment to read them, then collectively attept to avoid falling back into a chaotic state of nature and democratically vote on who to execute. It is fun!"
Shortly after the cards were dealt, Machiavelli lurked up from his chair and crept over to Hobbes, showing him his card. Hobbes cleared his throat.
"I have something to proclaim, everyone. Niccolò here is an Innocent Child, that means he is absolutely confirmed to be loyal to your town."
"Aye, but how dae we ken that for certain?" Hume asked.
"I am the moderator. That's like being the king, so because I said so."
"Do you love wisdom enough to be a true philosopher-king? Do you think you truly know that that is what the card says?"
Hobbes threw the card down on the table. "Simply read it yourselves if you do not believe me!"
"Even if we see "Innocent Child" on the card, might it not actually say "Mafia Goon" and the words seen by our eyes be but a trap for our credulity laid by an evil demon?" Descartes pointed out.
Hobbes rubbed his forehead is disgust.
"We're just asking questions. Is there something wrong with asking questions? Perhaps you could tell me how you would solve this problem without asking such apparently simple questions?"
"All forms of the state have democracy for their truth! Let us vote, who here really trusts Machiavelli?"
"Fine, cast your votes, let us get this over with."