Darkness had fallen on the sacred realm. The heavens were beginning to crack open under the weight of tension. No one truly knew what was about to take place.
The horde of Graphic & Communication Design students from the University of Leeds descended on The Star of Kings pub in a matter of minutes. The lecturers, who had been steadily munching on their cheese and ham sandwiches for about an hour, waiting for their arrival, looked up in horror as the air around them grew thin. A lettuce leaf fell on the floor. No-one noticed until after closing.
The steady march of footsteps echoed around the basement. The wall of noise grew louder. The Face-offs had begun.
Yeah, ok. Apocalyptic LOTR-style chat over. The teams named themselves things like The Moist Flaps, HMS Bumholio, Fresh Minge and Cuntslug, which were absolutely DISGUSTING and also awesome. We asked them to create a Vine video describing their team name, and the horror on their faces were priceless. Here are some of the best Vines from the night:
Pint glasses are useful for holding some things other than beer sometimes, and we proved this by putting pieces of paper in them. One pint glass contained household names such as Zombie Michael Jackson, Joey Essex and Your Mum. The other pint glass contained world famous objects and products such as tampons, WhatsApp and the left align button on Word. The aim was to come up with an advertising campaign for your randomly chosen product, using the endorsement of your randomly chosen famous person. We saw the sheep from Babe selling sexy sock puppets, and err… George Forman selling envelopes?
Inspired by the 90s TV show Crystal Maze, our third round involved both a gruelling physical challenge (planking), and an illustration challenge requiring great technique and style (cock drawing, obvs).
We asked the course leader, Alan, to judge everyone’s dicks. Which made it kind of awkward when people drew “HI I’M ALAN” coming out of their dick’s mouth or, in one case, just wrote Alan’s name down instead of drawing anything phallic.
And the winner of the cock drawing competition was…
By this point in the night, I don’t think anyone really remembers anything, but stuff like this happened:
So, in summary, skjfbaskfnawkdnqwidq dqwdnqiwdnnsx manx asxbanabamnnxwwns cuntslug.