My cousins used to play this odd little game; they were about five and three years old at the time. The older one would pick up the remote control to the TV, point it at her sister, and say "Turn you off" - she'd obligingly fall to the ground and play dead. then the remote changed hands, they'd change places, and the game would begin all over again. It was carried out with the solemn gravity of an execution by firing squad.

A grown-up version of this game, played with a grown up weapon, became Disarmed. You can see it as describing an intimate conflict, on the scale of individual people, or an epic one, on the scale of nations. Either way, it's about how we carefully write the rules of our games and then follow them proudly to the exact conclusion of what we expect.