Depending on where you land, you could end up sipping your own cocktail, forcing competitors to sip theirs, smoking a cigarette (“LIGHT UP”), smooching another player (“Take one drink and kiss your partner, or take three drinks and kiss all partners”) or reciting a treacherous tongue twister out loud. Rolling a pair of dice, players work their way across a series of spaces, each of which features a different instruction. But no funny money ever exchanges hands here-the relevant currency, instead, is alcohol.
In fact, there’s even a corner space called “The Bar” that functions more or less like Rich Uncle Pennybags’ jail.
Moving pieces methodically around the perimeter of a square field of play, Pass-Out resembles Monopoly at first glance. And if you don’t, you’re not playing it right.
From the Xs-for-eyes stick figure that serves as the game’s mascot to the mischievous, mildly lascivious instructions, Pass-Out is not exactly subtle about its intentions. Copyrighted in 1962 and sold around the world since then, Bresee’s appropriately named game is a relic of a bygone era of social lubrication-a more emancipated time when everyone drank, everyone smoked and no one was there to nanny-state the results.
