I had only heard of what I’ve experienced for the past two days with this blog. People warned me about it, they had been there and it sucked. You think and you think and you think, but it’s all blank. Yes, I was experiencing the infamous writer’s block.
All I was able to think about was that I was in my bed at 10.30pm, still working for school while I should’ve enjoyed the last Thursday night before revision started. I should have lassone to a bar, ordered countless Martinis on the rocks with a lemon slice and that was it. No, instead I was thinking: “What else do I have to say about games to these lovely readers?” And whilst reminiscing about that very blurry Sunday night/morning last weekend, I had an epiphany. That was it, that 
was what I had to talk about. Drinking. But of course there was the problem that was our topic: games. It took me probably about 0.078 seconds to just think: “drinking games it is.” And that, my dearest readers, is what my final blog post will be about.
You’re probably experiencing your aha-erlebis when you think back about the title of this post, and maybe this is not appropriate for a school assignment, but let’s just wing this. As we’re all 18+, I’m pretty sure we’ve all been there. We’re going to a friend’s house, we’re expecting fancy dinner so we suit up, spend an hour in front of the mirror, arrive to have, indeed, that fancy dinner and after dessert Lisa decides to speak up. “Oh my God you guyssss, I just had the best idea ever. Let’s do shooooots.” Congratulations, Lisa. You just had the worst. Idea. Ever. But of course we’re like 1) shut up, Lisa. No one asked you, and 2) yeah, let’s. And so you’re taking out 4 shot glasses and 4 regular ones, because who really has shot glasses at home? And you pour that nasty tequila in those glasses and then we’ve come to yet another problem because congratulations Lisa, you just had the worst. Idea. Ever. You can’t just go and do shots, you’re not 14 years old anymore. No we need a game to play that makes us feel as if we e a r n e d to do shot.
So what do we have? 4 shot glasses, 4 regular glasses, nasty tequila and of course the next problem. Congratulations, Lisa. You just had the worst. Idea. Ever. “What game do we play? Of course the game with the cards, Lisa.” God damn it. Do you remember the rules to this Game, Lisa? Of course not. No one does. And so we have to look it up and it is the worst buzzkill ever and the entire room starts to smell like tequila. Congratulations, Lisa. You just had the worst. Idea. Ever.
And that is in fact why I wanted to write this blog post. Because right before you have your drinking game, you have to look the rules up. And I don’t ever want to experience that anymore. I want to know the rules. (Actually, I want to make the rules, but there’s always this one guy who sort of knows the rules but forgot a key element. Stupid Mark.) I went on the Internet, looked the game up and it turns out it’s actually quite simple. Drunk people are dumb people, exhibit A. You need: a deck of cards, people who may or may not already be drunk and alcohol. And here is how it goes…
Warning: know your own limits when playing this and make sure you don’t have to drive anymore. That’ll be all, enjoy it!
You sit around at a table or just in a circle. Everyone takes one card off the deck and the card you took stands for a certain assignment/rule. The assignments or rules are explained underneath. The most important rule of all is that you cannot go to the toilet. If you break this rule by going anyway, you have to do a certain amount of shots. I opt for 5. It’s my lucky number. Or 13. It’s my second favorite number. But that might be lethal, so let’s stick with 5.
A: Switch rotation in which people take a card off the deck
K: Drink 1 shot
Q: Have someone else drink 1 shot
B: Give an assignment to someone. If not completed, they have to drink 1 shot
10: Bathroom card. Only with this card you may go to the bathroom. You can keep this card until you need it.
9: You have to name a brand in a certain category, e.g. cars. Everyone has to name a brand within 3 seconds. The first one to fail has to drink 1 shot.
8: Everyone has to point a finger at one person in the group. The one most pointed at has to drink 1 shot.
7: Everyone has to take cards off the deck, the one who has the fourth 7 has to drink 1 shot.
6: When you have the number 6, you can make up your own rule. The first one to break it, has to drink 1 shot. E.g. forbid to say someone’s name.
5: When you have this card, no one is allowed to answer your questions. The first one to do so, loses and has to drink 1 shot.
4: Pick one word no one is allowed to say anymore. The first one to do so… (you know the rest.)
3: With number 3 you can eliminate the rule made with 6.
2: Multiply. Pick a number between 2 and 9 (apart from 7) and say it, the next person has to multiply it by 2 and so on. E.g. I say 3, the next person has to say 6, the next 9 etc. The first one to make a mistake has to drink 1 shot.
And that was it! I’m warning you though, you might have forgotten the rules again by the next morning. Truth of the matter is, you might have forgotten all that happened that evening. (Congratulations Lisa, this is why you had the worst. Idea. Ever.) So keep our blog close at all times when alcohol is present and you’ll be alright. There is nothing more for me to add.
Last love, Hannelore.
P.s.: Some of you may think Lisa and I are not friends. This is where you’re wrong. I don’t even know Lisa and this is an Internet joke you should get accustomed to. Also, don’t call your child Lisa. She’ll suffer. F-cking Lisa.
wooden cuckoo clock that would let us know his batteries were still working every 30 minutes. There would hang a huge painting of the Mercator and a poem I can’t seem to remember of a writer I can’t seem to remember. Still, I can remember reading it every time I’d pass it and I can remember how, as I grew older, I was able to understand what he meant. The writer had lost the love of his life and he had put his excruciating pain into a poem. It was beautiful.
If you think I am the only one who would ever do this, you are mistaken. Because first of all, who else would make all these puzzle books? And second of all, if there is anything I learned from 
Okay, this is awkward… I have to admit something. Hasmik’s time management is on point, which means she was first to upload her guilty pleasure game. When I saw the article, I internally screamed. Loud. For, like, 5 minutes. You guessed it, my guilty pleasure is coincidentally Facebook’s Tetris Battle as well.
Farmville and received countless invitations to play CandyCrush. But I had never ever in my life visited the mysterious Facebook Games pages. It was unknown territory for me and we all know that everything unknown is just very scary and unsafe. So I continued my days by ignoring invitations and just regularly stalked people’s profiles but that was it. Facebook did not reach any further for me.
Tetris. I had played it over a million times when I was even younger than I was back then but it didn’t look like my Tetris. It looked way cooler and faster and more exciting.
Here’s how. At first you need to make a nice construction, as high as you possibly can (see image for example). Once you’re almost at the top, you need to start eliminating them by making lines. The higher you can make your construction, the more lines you can make. Once you were able to make 
2 lines in a row, you will send a line to your opponent. The more lines you can make in a row after the second one, the more lines you can send. These lines start piling up and soon his construction will reach the top of his board. Once he’s reached that top, you’ve “knocked him out.” 
Unfortunately, your opponent can also send lines to you. By placing a block on the radioactive sign, you destroy that line. And just like before, when you’re able to destroy more than 2 lines in a row, there will be a line sent to your opponent. The main goal of the game is to cause as many knock-outs as you can within two minutes. The one with the most knock-outs won the game. As you can see in the last image, I knocked my opponent 4 times out. I won that game. Take that, sucker.
lies, this is the final one. So in a couple of days I’ll be finished with playing this damned game and I can finally go outside again.
In each level, the tiles move in a different way. This is what makes this game more exciting and after a while more difficult. It’s never the same. As I told you, there are twelve levels. In the first level, the tiles just drop down without leaving any spaces in between the horizontal rows. In the second level, the tiles don’t move whatsoever. So if you can make two tiles disappear, two 
holes appear. The remaining tiles don’t move. In the third level, your field of tiles will get spilt up in the middle horizontally. In the fourth level it’s the same but vertically. Level 5 will work the same as level one but instead of dropping down, all the tiles will move to the left side of the screen. Level six works exactly like level two. In level 7 the tiles all move to the top of the screen. Up until level eleven, the way the tiles move have all occured in a way it has before. Level twelve, on the other hand, is a special one. There, all the tiles will move towards the middle. That is the only time it will do so. I must admit I have reached level twelve only a couple times. I wanted to reach there to make screenshots, but I couldn’t and so I got upset and frustrated. So yeah, the game gets on my nerves but I can’t keep myself from playing it… Why, I ask myself?
combination and you will get angry. We’ve all been through this, so don’t feel out of the ordinary for getting to that point. It usually happens at level 6, but don’t give up. You can do this, I believe in you, Hasmik believes in you, the whole world believes in you. And if you fail, just blame Obama. We all do. Thanks, Obama.
head… Good ol’ Joyce, she will always make you laugh. Once, when we were still class mates, she ripped her pants open at a very unfortunate place. This was funny, too. Absolutely unrelated to the story, but I don’t buy the concept of oversharing.
