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Anti-Social Bingo


Since social games are getting so popular these days, I figured it was probably time to dust off ye olde Anti-Social Bingo and yet again release it into the world.  I think I first crafted this around 15 years ago, so it may be a little . . .

. . . I have no idea what to say.

It was based on an activity we actually used as a group, and having been really obsessed with xerox machines at the time, I made some cut-and-paste-and-copy modifications to the original.  I think my changes were transformative, but I suppose that's up to debate.  Anyhow, I remade it in Excel and made it so it's actually playable with a standard Bingo set.  It mostly conforms to the standard rules.  You can play two ways, either 1. The player must complete the action before marking the square or 2. The player must complete each action upon Bingo.

Let chaos reign.

There is a downloadable set of five on my Google Docs.  Next time you're invited to a board game party, take a set with you along with one of those Bingo ball tumblers.  Just don't forget the prizes.
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Meanwhile, in an alternate universe, there are a lot of proverbs being thrown around:

  • Pins and needles go unnoticed after the sewing.
  • Luck is a gentleman and Death is a lady.
  • Beggars can ride whatever they choose.
  • When there is no trap, the cheese is poisoned.

It was a lot of fun coming up with alternate colloquialisms, especially the backwards ones.  Honestly, I really like the idea of Luck as some bishie in a tuxedo.

If you've been following along with Egregia, here is this week's chapter.

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