In my family, we play Monopoly like
this guy.
...And what was the grand prize? What did the winner receive? Bragging rights? Nuh uh...by the time a game was finished, it'd be a good two months before any of us could even stomach mentioning the game Monopoly. It was understood that we weren't to talk about or reference the game after it was over - that's how bad it was. So what'd the winner get? What was all this trouble about? The winner was the only person who didn't have to help put the pieces away after the game. Yes, two or three hours of sheer, unadulterated family mayhem and fighting with the sole goal to not help put the fives in the correct drawer. Why'd we even play the game to begin with? We'd been at each other's throats for hours just so we wouldn't have to help put the game back inside the box? What was wrong with us? WHY WAS PARKER BROTHERS RUINING OUR HAPPY FAMILY?
Unfortunately, everything I've mentioned so far is mere child's play. We were much more cutthroat than this. This game turned us all into vultures. Vultures that used the words 'shithead' and 'asshole' like they were getting paid to do it. Vultures who'd divorce their own family over which little metal piece they chose to represent themselves. Vultures who wouldn't speak to other vultures for months if those certain vultures were thought to have one too many 10s. But what was the end-all, be-all example of how bad things could get? The infamous, dastardly board-flip...