One Up! – The Wicked/Smart Word Game.
It's like Scrabble and Bananagrams but way faster and funner.
But you can snatch it back if an "S" is flipped over and you yell out "SMART." Damn. Just remember that all words are in play at all times, so you better be able to think fast on your feet. Show zero mental mercy – steal away!
No board. No complicated rules. No social distancing – just wicked/smart cheap thrills for everyone – hand-to-hand combat that's guaranteed to ruin any family quarantine or lock down.
Don't come play word games at my house unless you like... losing.
"Don’t come play word games at my house unless you take them very seriously, and really, really like red wine. And losing.
I’m a sucker for Scrabble, but Oneupmanship‘s new game 'One Up!' is a fresh, fun spin that had my hubby and I laughing and stealing each other’s words. There’s no game board, so it’s super portable and great for any occasion from connecting with fam at the end of a manic Monday, to sitting outside and playing it under the stars on vacation.
We love One Up! So much fun."
- Mandy, @politeasfudge
"We never leave home without it."
D'yew want your chillins to go to Princeton?
We almost do. Not. Our best-selling One Up! is a no-brainer favorite because it's devilish fun for quick-witted kids (just ask Neuman), while teaching them a valuable lesson – taking things that don't belong to you, not education, gets you ahead in life! Seriously, it's a proven fact that our cutthroat word game is the best way to get the zombieenagers out of the house… and into the Ivy League. And it'll make mom and dad happy, and proud too – while saving a boatload of tuition fees in the bargain!
"We don't like word games."
Sat down with the soured double IPA 'Crimsang' and needed to take my tonsils out of my back pocket after the first sip – yikes, and wow – but all in all it was the best day at work ever.
Calling all cheapskates.
Here's how we did it: first we pasted the tile sheet onto a piece of black construction paper before cutting out the letters, carefully. We then spray painted a sardine tine silver, slapped on the logo, and Bob's your uncle. Total time was less than an hour and the cost was under a buck – but the reward'll be a million hours of terrific frustration.
Stealing is the name of the game.
When we were living in New York City with three babies in diapers, we would invite friends over for a game of Scrabble. My son Neuman would sit in my lap for a while, start fidgeting, get really bored, and then try to eat the tiles (and might get to sink his teeth into one or two of them) before he would eventually fall asleep. I didn't realize it at the time, but wasn't that a perfect metaphor for the game we were trying to play?
Me: Neuman, don't touch Tripp's word.
Me: No, it's not yours, it's Tripp's.
He was so insistent, it got me thinking – it must be human nature to take what doesn't belong to you. The light bulb went off: what would happen if you could steal someone else's word, at any time? And while we were at it, why not get rid of the board, and the complicated rules? How about a quick, cutthroat brain game that rewarded wits and guts? Bing bam boom.