On seasonal Saturdays in San Francisco city, teams of urban adventurers, some friends, some strangers, begin to submerge on a bar that has been chosen by their 'captain'.
At first, all seems quiet, just a few twenty-somethings in black t-shirts which display the word CLASH.
As the the clock starts to tick towards 9pm, however, the bar quickly fills up with excited CLASHERS - that is to say - participants in the California League of Adult Scavenger Hunters.
Whilst the scavengers mingle amongst their teammates (and rivals), slamming back alcohol for dutch courage, their captain slowly begins handing out 'task-sheets' - lists of rude, risque and raucous challenges that they will have to perform within the next hour.
Each of the challenges has to be photographed, and a points value (between 1 and 5 points) is allocated, in accordance with the severity of the challenge completed.
Teams can notch up points by completing relatively simple challenges, such as:
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Locate a stranger with a tramp stamp |
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Dress as a paedophile |
Chug a pitcher of beer |
In the spirit of traditional Scavenger Hunting, medium range points are awarded for performing challenges in specific locations, such as:
Start a limbo line in Q-bar |
Get naked in front of the Naked Lunch restaurant |
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Dance in front of the Mission Street salsa bar |
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Find a Jersey Shore girl and suck tequila out of her breservoir (breast reservoir) |
Get naked (apart from shoes and socks) on Haight high street |
Convince strangers to help your team build a human pyramid |
The teams who rack up the most points are crowned CLASH champions and awarded with a wrestler's weight in beer.
"Just lie still, i'm not gonna pour it in your face" |
For details on up-and-coming scavenger hunts in San Francisco: http://www.clashsf.com/schedule.html
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