Images for: The Endless Game
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Our first victims (or were we theirs - my beer-logged lap asks). From Bex.
During the beta round, our strangers made no real words or cross words, nor followed any of the rules. But they had fun dropping tiles in the dirt and spilling beer into my purse... |
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Dude.From Bex.
He was quite proud of himself for making the word 'blow,' which he spelled with an 'M.' Use of the word "Duuuuuuuuuude" proliferated across the table. The advent of the Tamale Lady's arrival ended the game. |
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Attempt # 2.From Bex.
Kyle begins again when the beta crowd leaves with new rules and new, brainier looking victims in mind (note the glasses in the background - soon to be our first success!) |
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The rules explained and apparently understood.From Bex.
Though only one guy asked, the whole gang followed. Yay! |
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Very serious work.From Bex.
Look at 'em! They're playing! |
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Poetry. Poetry, I tell you!From Bex.
Bex gives herself cool points (which go unnoticed by the other players). |
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"Damn, oxygen is fab."From Bex.
Kyle enjoys a cigarette after he's finished with his sentance: DAMN OXYGEN IS FAB. |
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Thier first sentances.From Bex.
YOU MAO DIE WIT HIV and QUOTIENT CHRIST (many cool points administered). |
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Automated gamers.From Bex.
Note the absence of Bex and Kyle. |
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Reentering the game.From Bex.
The bar goes down with the levels in the pitcher... |
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...Way down.From Bex.
He talked on and on with passion about how meaningful this was: HI FEDS ELF JURORS A good time was had! |