Ugh. Yeah. Your friends are waiting to play this game with you and Apoc thinks it's somehow related to your weird dreams where you're hanging out in a golden city watching the future in the clouds. While this sounds like bullshit to you, since you can't think of any reason the angels would send prophetic dreams to SOME RANDOM SCHMUCK FROM THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE, Apoc's descriptions of the game at least merit investigation. You've been putting off going downstairs so your aunt won't make you help with dinner or talk to your relatives or actually do your chores, but maybe it's time to just deal with it.