Who Am I ? Alcohol & Forfeits

The game that always ends with someone standing on a chair. You have no idea who you are. They do. And they are loving it. You will ask ridiculous questions, get it wrong eight times, accuse your best friend of lying, and find out you have been Napoleon for the past twenty minutes. Every mistake has a price. The dare lands, with your name in it, and nobody is coming to save you. Some are gentle. Some you will be paying for all night. Ten points a round. Fifty for the crown. And you will still be hearing about the champion at breakfast. Alcohol free if you prefer. Up to twelve. Two works beautifully too. Put the phone on your forehead. The rest takes care of itself.