Milo

Some friends come into our lives simply to remind us how to play. Milo was one of those rare souls.

For one bright year, he was pure, restless joy — a small ginger heart who believed every single moment was better when it was shared.

He never wanted to play alone. He wanted someone there beside him, always: a paw on your arm, a hopeful look that said come on — let's play. That gentle, endless invitation is the whole spirit of this little game, and the reason it carries his name.

He trusted the world completely. A friend to everyone, he would climb into any waiting lap — even a stranger's — and settle in as if he'd known you forever. He was fussy about only one thing in all the world: he could never stand the smell of fish.

On the evening of the 30th of June, 2026 — around half past seven, doing what he loved most, curious and wonderfully alive — Milo slipped away from us far too soon. He was only a year old.

So we give him this. Every word made, every round played, every quiet smile it brings a stranger somewhere — that is Milo, still asking the world to come and play. Play or Die will always be his.

This game is dedicated, with all our love, to the memory of Milo. Its name was always his — come play with me.