In all honesty I can't remember if this is a real existing game or if we made it up in our drunken stupor..
Best played in the countryside, due to the creepiness and to increase difficulty when seeking.
It's basically a reverse version of Hide and Seek - one person (the Witch) hides while the others (the Angry Mob) hunt for her/him..
Torches are allowed for the Angry Mob, who also get 3 chances to shout "Where are you, Witch??"
The Witch must cackle as loudly as possible.
The Witch can move in between cackles, but must remain in the same general area after the final one.
I was almost always the Witch, due to my very loud, uncanny witch-like cackle.
I would often sneak around and take a member of the Angry Mob hostage as well, just to increase the scare factor.
"Heheheheheheheheee!"
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Tuesday, 7 September 2010
Monday, 6 September 2010
Drunken Games: #1 - Murder in the Dark
When I was a teenager living in the countryside, there was not much to do. So we decided to make our own entertainment.
Getting very drunk and playing silly games was a common theme.
If you're looking to be freaked out and excited in equal measure, I would recommend playing Murder in the Dark.
1. Find a big(ish) house with lots of nooks and crannies.
2. Move objects out of the way that could do damage (nobody likes falling down stairs or losing an eye!)
3. Prepare pieces of paper- all saying "victim" apart from one saying "murderer"
4. Fold the paper and pick out of a hat- don't let anybody else see your paper
5. Turn off the lights and scatter (give people 5 minutes to hide)
6a) If you're a victim, hide! Choose somewhere out of the way but escapable in an emergency. Also, somewhere comfortable and quiet (no leaning on crunchy carrier bags etc) with a view of the room entrance. You'll appreciate this if the murderer approaches..
6b) If you're the murderer you can start looking for victims and "killing" (usually a tap on a particular shoulder as decided beforehand) them. Or you can be sneaksy and pretend you are a victim, hiding somewhere you are sure other victims will go to and then pounce..
My friends always chose the latter.
7. Pee your pants!!
Getting very drunk and playing silly games was a common theme.
If you're looking to be freaked out and excited in equal measure, I would recommend playing Murder in the Dark.
1. Find a big(ish) house with lots of nooks and crannies.
2. Move objects out of the way that could do damage (nobody likes falling down stairs or losing an eye!)
3. Prepare pieces of paper- all saying "victim" apart from one saying "murderer"
4. Fold the paper and pick out of a hat- don't let anybody else see your paper
5. Turn off the lights and scatter (give people 5 minutes to hide)
6a) If you're a victim, hide! Choose somewhere out of the way but escapable in an emergency. Also, somewhere comfortable and quiet (no leaning on crunchy carrier bags etc) with a view of the room entrance. You'll appreciate this if the murderer approaches..
6b) If you're the murderer you can start looking for victims and "killing" (usually a tap on a particular shoulder as decided beforehand) them. Or you can be sneaksy and pretend you are a victim, hiding somewhere you are sure other victims will go to and then pounce..
My friends always chose the latter.
7. Pee your pants!!
Introverted Ninja
When I was a child, I was a strange mix of introvert and extrovert.
On the one hand I loved drama, dancing, singing, making up plays and recording radio shows with my sisters.
On the other hand I loved reading, writing and drawing and just wanted to be left alone to do so.
These two sides of myself have, over the years, fought many a feud. I feel they have now reached some kind of middle ground:
i.e I avoid places involving PEOPLE and NOISES and DISTRACTIONS when needed but then occasionally go to a big party or sing onstage or join a dance group.
I would often feel agitated when my calm was disturbed. Whether in communal areas, where the blaring TV or inane chatter would feel like steady drilling to the brain.
Or in the kind concern of my mother (who must have been worried at her daughter voluntarily locking herself away..) when shut up alone in my room.
I would get into moods when all I truly wanted in the world was a book to whisk me off to magical lands or a pen and paper to create my own..
I soon found a couple of hiding places to exercise my creativity in peace.
There was a wall next to our shed. If I climbed onto this, I could easily climb onto the shed roof and avoid being seen by my siblings playing merrily in the garden.
This became one of my favourite spots; a place I could indulge in creativity while still able to run out and play on the swings if I felt the need.
It was also where I would run to if I felt sad or worried, a sanctuary for my imagination.
On the one hand I loved drama, dancing, singing, making up plays and recording radio shows with my sisters.
On the other hand I loved reading, writing and drawing and just wanted to be left alone to do so.
These two sides of myself have, over the years, fought many a feud. I feel they have now reached some kind of middle ground:
i.e I avoid places involving PEOPLE and NOISES and DISTRACTIONS when needed but then occasionally go to a big party or sing onstage or join a dance group.
I would often feel agitated when my calm was disturbed. Whether in communal areas, where the blaring TV or inane chatter would feel like steady drilling to the brain.
Or in the kind concern of my mother (who must have been worried at her daughter voluntarily locking herself away..) when shut up alone in my room.
I would get into moods when all I truly wanted in the world was a book to whisk me off to magical lands or a pen and paper to create my own..
I soon found a couple of hiding places to exercise my creativity in peace.
There was a wall next to our shed. If I climbed onto this, I could easily climb onto the shed roof and avoid being seen by my siblings playing merrily in the garden.
This became one of my favourite spots; a place I could indulge in creativity while still able to run out and play on the swings if I felt the need.
It was also where I would run to if I felt sad or worried, a sanctuary for my imagination.
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