- air attack
- we made this up at youth group camp. we were obsessed. the rules grew as we played, to the point where it was unknowable and unplayable if you hadn't been there from the beginning. there was lore
- like. i cannot stress how fucking weird it was to have lore for a game that started as "dodgeball on bunk beds, with people in the top bunks against the people in the bottom bunks"
- last sim standing
- okay so for this game you and your friends each make a sim that looks as much like you as possible. then you fill a house with murder traps. if your sim is the last to die, you win
- taboo
- the time k's cousin pronounced "confucius" as "confuckshus"
- [the word: purple] "it's a fruit"
- bullshit
- we played this as often as possible. before school, during lunch, in class
- m and i were so good at cheating in addition to the cheating required by the game's premise. we were tossing 10-card hands into the middle and being like "two threes"
- life
- putting two pink or two blue pegs in the car and feeling like we were furthering the gay agenda lmfao
- seven-up
- god the social politics of this game were wild
- various playgroud witchcraft rituals
- "people are dying children are crying concentrate, concentrate"
- light as a feather stiff as a board
- the one where someone sits on a chair and you lift them with two fingers?
- killer bunnies and the quest for the magic carrot
- would love to play this again tbh
- disney scene-it
- numerous in-jokes i have since forgotten about how frequently clips from the apple dumpling gang turned up
- all play everybody play not just me
- i have always been and will always be unbeatable at the wheel of fortune style games
- lions
- used to come home covered in bruises. 'are you being bullied?' my mom would ask me. 'no,' i would say. 'today i was prey'
- apple fart
- ok so pay attention because the rules are pretty intricate and dare i say elegant
- find some fallen crabapples
- throw them against a big ol boulder
- whoever's apple makes the loudest fart sound while squishing wins. congratulations! you are now the apple fart
- in our defense: three kids on a retreat in the middle of fuckin nowhere with nothing else to do
- college
- moving furniture to be our dorm room and we would just like. pick some non-fiction off nan's bookcase and that was our textbooks and we would just sit on our "dorm furniture" and read
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