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Would you go to an anonymous spot somewhere in your city to pick up a package from a hidden locale without knowing what it is? Also, would you leave something of your own there for someone to find?
That is the basic idea behind Dropspots.org. Using the website is easy. On their site you view a Google Maps application to find a place in your city where someone has hidden a little treasure. Anyone can go find that treasure and keep it. The only catch is that you have to leave something in it’s stead for the next person to find. I foresee many inappropriate or awkward treasures to be left by giggling college students or picked up by annoyed mini-thrill seekers.
Inevitably there will be empty Drop Spots, but the Drop Spots website encourages you to leave something anyway for the next person to find. Suggested items to drop are CDs, small toys or presents, notes, or “oddly shaped vegetables”. Fair enough. I’ll probably leave directions to another Drop Spot. DOUBLE RIDDLER MOVE.
The website (photo above) also leaves areas for comment if you’ve dropped/picked things up.
Some people play The Riddler and leave cryptic messages for you to follow:
When you try and find your way,
You’ll see it’s hidden as plain as day.
Other directions to drop boxes are more direct:
This drop spot will be in the alleyway/parking lot behind the Bank of America and the ABC Market, in the very corner of the back alley, next to the fence. : )
I can see myself trying this anonymous little game once. The most fun aspect of this game is the collaborative effort of anonymous people to continue leaving little presents that each person can add on to. For example, I would leave a CD-RW with these instructions:
Included on this CD is 1 track to download.
Download it.
Add the next track.
Keep these instructions.
and put it back for someone else.
Simple, but fun and a progressive way for this game to grow. Let me know if you use Drop Spots in LA and I’ll go hunt down your dirty left flip flop hidden behind the fire hydrant in the park.
