Group of Men Have Played Game of Tag for 23 Years

When I was in high school (when punch cards and Commodore PETs roamed the earth) the game was called Assassin and was played with dart guns. I played for a month, and it was one of the most stressful times of my life. I eventually got whacked by my then-girlfriend as I was walking between classes.<p>One of the interesting twists to Assassin was was that you weren't allowed to have witnesses to your "crime", which meant you could relax when there were other people around. But it also made it easy to become complacent, which is how I met my fate.

Would make a good movie plot for a Hollywood bromance style comedy.

Don't forget to check out the contract that they drafted up: <a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424127887323375204578269991660836834.html#project%3DTagParticipationB%26articleTabs%3Dinteractive" rel="nofollow">http://online.wsj.com/article/SB1000142412788732337520457826...</a>

My family members used to (some still sort of do) play a game called "got you last", wherein each player has a set of relationships with every other player, and the idea is to get everyone else last (adjudicated like tag), without anyone having gotten you last.<p>You need to keep track of whom you need to get last, and who might be trying to get you last.<p>An uncle and a cousin of mine have been going back and forth for about 30 years.

Part of me felt this was silly... Another part (a secret part) felt very, very, very, <i>very</i> envious. How come the rest of us don't have games like this we can play, potentially, for the rest of our lives?<p>It would be a whole lot more interesting than "sup bro?" at a reunion.

Used to know a slightly odd, hyperactive kid in high school who used to randomly 'head-tap' my friends and I on the shoulder (with his forehead). Every once in a while we turned it into a bit of a game where you tried not to let the other head tap your shoulder. It's basically tag but arms-free (or maybe 'thumb wars' works as an analogy, for its dodgy nature)...and you can only give chase or escape by walking fast, no running.<p>Coincidentally or not, we were also ultimate frisbee players in middle school. And there were pogs, of course.

I wonder who the very last will be? Kind of a sad thought but it's gotta happen some day..

My coworker told a vivid story of playing "Jurassic Park", where he and other men in the dorm would get blitzed, remove their shirts, duct tape their forearms to their upper arms, and pretend to be velociraptors in a dominance battle.<p>With their arms and hands practically useless, they could only bite and kick each other. Apparently people would get bit pretty good.

For months me and my housemates would hide a crumpet in each others cupboards and food items. I'd buried deep in my mates doritos, it had been in granola, in massive packs of protein. I ended up throwing it away after i'd found one of them had expertly hidden it in my tub of hummus. Bastards.

I think it's pretty cool how after 23 years a group of guys who were friends in high school each went on to be a CMO, a lawyer, a H.S. teacher and a priest, respectfully, and still stay in touch and have a way to have fun.

The fact that each year, 'It' gets to make a donation on behalf of all of them towards their Alumni just makes it for me :) That was an awesome read!

This is adorable. It always makes my day to read about the creative things people do with friends.

This was posted almost a week ago - <a href="http://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=5135883" rel="nofollow">http://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=5135883</a>

Rubicon story come to life.

Haha! Business!

Most awesome story like, ever :-D

"Men" is a stretch.

Fanciful embellishment on the part of those involved. It's impressive what some will do to 'get their name out there'. I guess when you make a career of it some will spill over into your personal life.