Playing mind games is wicked/fun!

Playing mind games is wicked/fun!

Just finished prototyping and play-testing our latest and greatest – The Wicked/Smart Party Card Game – and have added it to the collection. We've played it many times now to make sure the mechanics were right, the rules were understandable and unambiguous, and there was a healthy mix of fun trivia, flippancy, smarts, and heartache.

Hit me with one of the "hard" questions. 

We knew we were on the right track when our teenage daughter played and didn't SMH or think it was "ratchet." For those of you who speak English, she basically didn't hate it, which for a teenager is almost unbelievable.

Only $24.99

 

"Show us a good loser and we'll show you a real loser."

The mechanics of Oneupmanship are simple: each player starts out with $5,000, and the first one to reach $100,000 by either investing in the stock market, buying real estate, purchasing "trophies" or betting against the other players wins.

But wait: we added another dimension that takes the game off the board and into the realm of meta-game: "$ Cards" are personal, physical and mental challenges that are really about proving what you are made of as a human being. And they're meant to hurt.

Seriously, we hope you have as much fun playing Oneupmanship as we did making it – guaranteed to turn your whole family and all your friends into "greedy, self-serving punks."

What's the cool backstory?

 

And now it's ON SALE for only $14.99 fer chrissakes... 

 

 

Middle name + First pet = Porn name

My folks bought a house in 1964 from the Cruikshanks, an old couple who left their dog Mustard behind since they were moving to a retirement home and couldn't take him. Because my middle name is John, my porn name is Johnny Mustard, according to the old-school rules (middle name + first pet). 

I always thought it had a nice ring to it, and decided to use it as a pseudonym if I ever needed one. Which is kind of ironic because I headlined under my real name when I was actually making skin flicks back in the late '80s. I still remember the director yelling "Put some mustard on it!" 

What's yours? The ickier and awfuller the better:  johnnymustard@oldscoolcompany.com