Video Scavenger Hunt Party?

I’m turning 14 on Nov. 13 (fri the 13) I want to have a party with everyone in my grade and do a video scavenger hunt/dare list what are some good ideas? about 30 people will probably come should I do teams of 5? Or how many people per team? Here’s my list so far any ideas would be great! We’re doing it in our gated community we have a park, playgrounds, lots of houses, the school, a store. Thanks!

My list:
-make a human pyramid with at least 2 people not on your team
-get someone to sign your arm
-go "caroling" and sing any holiday song to someone on their doorstep
-leap frog 10 x
-Jump a fence
-Get your entire team in heels
-chew a whole pack of gum at once and blow a bubble (buy gum at mini market)
-Write wash me on a dirty car
-Get someone not on your team to sing their national anthem
-Slow dance with someone over the age of 40
-hug a stranger
-Swing with your entire team on the same swing
-Run backwards up C5
-Cartwheel Down the flat street
-Walk someone's dog (not a team-mates pet)
-thumbwar with someone
-Down an ice cream in 3 bites (buy icecream at mini market)
-Ask someone to spell onomatopoeia
-put on a silly hat
-put makeup on a GUY (a team member or other)
-Swap shirts
-Make a prank call
-Climb a tree
-Stop a car
-ding-dong-dash

Answer by love.me
sounds great. u culd do 2 teams of 15

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McKenzie’s pyramid
hat pyramid

Image by robinbyles
One cold foggy Sunday night in the autumn of 1871, 68-year-old Lionel Harland, a respected Rodney Street doctor, left his surgery and walked up Liverpool’s Maryland Street, when he heard footsteps approaching. The shadowy figure of a tall wiry man wearing a top hat and a flowing cape was emerging from the swirling fog, a hundred yards ahead.

Dr Harland hesitated at the corner of Maryland and Rodney Street and felt a shiver run up his spine, even though he wore a heavy fur coat on this chilly September night.

The silhouette advanced towards the doctor with an almost military gait, and as it came within range of the flickering yellow flame of a lamppost, the elderly doctor saw to his horror that the approaching figure was the very same one he had encountered twenty years before.

It was not a living person at all, but the ghostly shade of a dead man – a dead man the doctor had known personally many years ago. It was the terrifying apparition of James McKenzie, an evil and wicked man who gambled with the Devil and lost his soul as a result, forever condemned to walk the earth without rest until Judgement Day.

Before the doctor could cross the cobbled road to escape the terrifying ghost, the apparition let out a spiteful laugh and sneeringly said: "Ha! Hospital Sunday!" The spectre was referring to a charity collection the doctor held on Sundays to raise funds for poor people needing hospital treatment.

Halfway across the road, Dr Harland was brave enough to take a single glance at the cursed phantom, and he almost fainted with fear. McKenzie’s face looked as if it was lit up by a red flame, and his eyes were ink-black and lifeless. As the doctor shivered, the figure in black walked straight through the wall of the cemetery.

The trembling doctor reached the house of his friend Daniel Jackson in Blackburne Place, and after giving a garbled account of his meeting with McKenzie’s ghost, he clutched his heart and collapsed onto the hearth rug.

Mr Jackson and a servant managed to revive the doctor and gave him a shot of brandy. Dr Harland nodded, then said: "Mr Brocklebank; tell him about McKenzie. He knows the story." Moments later, the surgeon quietly died in the fireside armchair.

The only Brocklebank Daniel Jackson knew of was the wealthy philanthropist and ship-owner Ralph Brocklebank, so after his friend’s funeral, he forwarded a letter to the local tycoon about the strange story of Dr Harland, but did not expect a reply. He certainly did not expect a personal visit from the affluent Mr Brocklebank in response to his correspondence.

The 70-year-old millionaire paid his unexpected visit to Mr Jackson’s house shortly before 11 pm. He alighted from a hansom cab in an anonymous black Ulster coat with a black felt fedora pulled over his eyes.

Brocklebank was led to the drawing room by a servant who he rudely dismissed with a wave of the hand. Daniel Jackson offered his illustrious guest a finely-cut tumbler of Hoagland’s eight-year Scotch Whisky, rumoured to be Brocklebank’s favourite tipple, but the mogul shook his head and in a cavalier manner he told his host to go over the story he’d related in the letter.

Mr Jackson gave his account of Dr Harland’s final moments, and Brocklebank became very uneasy. He sat on the edge of the fireside armchair, jabbing the glowing coals of the fire with a poker with a tense expression.

After he had listened to Mr Jackson, he told a very strange story indeed which threw some light on the McKenzie ghost. It was a tale of greed, murder and the supernatural. Brocklebank seemed to see the events he described in the flames of the grate ashe spoke.

He said, "I remember James McKenzie. He was one of those people who are born old and crooked. Even then he was in his fifties. I was 25-years-old when I first met him, and your deceased friend was 23 and fresh out of medical school.

"McKenzie made and lost fortunes most men can only dream of. He backed the early railways and financed George Stephenson’s locomotive machines. He was seen as pillar of the community and a backer of commerce and industry; but there was another unsavoury side to the man few people were aware of. He was a compulsive gambler and an ardent atheist.

"Someone told me that he put his family Bible on the fire after his sweetheart died from a fever. They say he hated God because of her death. And there were strange rumours about the man."

In 1826, eleven bodies were found in barrels in the cargo hold of a ship at Liverpool Docks. The police traced the barrels to a house at Number 8 Hope Street. That house was being looked after by a James MacGowan, who was an associate of James
McKenzie.

Anyway, the police arrested Mr MacGowan after they found 22 corpses of men women and children that had been dug up from the local cemetery. Mr MacGowan refused to name names, but everyone suspected Mr Mackenzie of being the
instigator.

There were whispers that he had turned Number 8 Hope Street into a body-snatcher’s warehouse, where the corpses were pickled in barrels, ready to be shipped to the medical schools in Scotland. The going rate was £15 per corpse, be it a man, woman or a baby. But Mackenzie needed the money.

But in October 1850, something happened which I will never forget. McKenzie became acquainted with a mysterious gentleman known only as Mr Madison. Madison was the sharpest poker player McKenzie had ever met, and on this memorable occasion, they played a game throughout the night. McKenzie lost everything to the unbeatable Madison.

Just before dawn, the weary and defeated McKenzie was making preparations to leave when Madison made a bizarre proposal. He said: "One more game Mr McKenzie sir?"

McKenzie was literally penniless and said he had nothing left to gamble for. Mr Madison said, "What about your soul?" McKenzie said, "This is not the time for jests, please leave."

But Madison made it plain that he was not joking. He really did want to play a game of poker for McKenzie’s soul. McKenzie nervously and said, "I think I know who you are." And Mr Madison said, "If you sir, are an atheist, then what have you to lose? For a man who does not believe in a creator cannot believe he was given a soul."

McKenzie was too proud to acknowledge the existence of the Almighty, and the fool played a game of poker for ‘his soul – and Mr Madison won. James McKenzie fell to ‘his knees with fear when Mr Madison presented his ‘winning hand, but his opponent, who was really the ‘Devil laughed and said to him: "Fear not, vain and defeated one. I will not take your soul until you are ‘laid to rest in your grave."

And when McKenzie glanced up, Mr Madison had vanished, but there was an aroma of something burning in the room. This explains why Mr McKenzie was entombed in his little pyramid above ground sitting up at a card table with a winning poker hand.

It was his desperate attempt to cheat the Devil out of claiming his soul. As long as McKenzie’s mortal remains are above ground, Lucifer can’t claim his soul. But because McKenzie rejected eternal rest with God, he has condemned himself to walk the night as a restless ghost until Judgement Day.

When old Mr Brocklebank was leaving the house in Blackburne Place, Daniel Jackson said to him, "Sir, did you actually meet – you know who? Mr Madison?" Before the millionaire walked off into the jade fog, he nodded twice and with a worried look, he replied "You don’t think I accumulated my wealth through hard work do you? But I’ll have the devil to pay when my time comes."

this sutra “may be reproduced free forever.”

Once in the Jurassic, about 150 million years ago,
the Great Sun Buddha in this corner of the infinite
Void gave a great Discourse to all the assembled elements
and energies: to the standing beings, the alking beings,
the flying beings, and the sitting beings
–even grasses, to the number of thirteen billion, each one born from a
seed, assembled there: a Discourse concerning
Enlightenment on the planet Earth.

“In some future time, there will be a continent called
America. It will have great centers of power called such as
Pyramid Lake, Walden Pond, Mt. Rainier, Big Sur,
Everglades, and so forth; and powerful nerves and channels
such as Columbia River, Mississippi River, and Grand Canyon.
The human race in that era will get into troubles all over
its head, and practically wreck everything in spite of its own strong
intelligentBuddha-nature.”

“The Twisting strata of the great mountains and the pulsings
of great volcanoes are my love burning deep in the earth.
My obstinate compassion is schist and basalt and
granite, to be mountains, to bring down the rain. In that
future American Era I shall enter a new form: to cure
the world of loveless knowledge that seeks with blind hunger;
and mindless rage eating food that will not fill it.”

And he showed himself in his true form of

SMOKEY THE BEAR.

A handsome smokey-colored brown bear standing on hishind legs, showing that he is aroused and watchful.

Bearing in his right paw the Shovel that digs to thetruth beneath appearances; cuts the root of useless attachments,
and flings damp sand on the fires of greed and war;

His left paw in the Mudra of Comradely Display — indicating thatall creatures
have the full right to live to their limits
and that deer, rabbits, chipmunks, snakes, dandelions,
and lizard all grow in the realm of the Dharma;

Wearing the blue work overalls symbolic of slaves andlaborers, the countless men oppressed by a civilization
that claims to save but only destroys;

Wearing the broad-brimmed hat of the West, symbolic ofthe forces that guard the Wildereness, which is the Natural
State of the Dharma and the True Path of man on earth;
all true paths lead through mountains –

With a halo of smoke and flame behind, the forest firesof the kali-yuga, fires caused by the stupidity of those
who think things can ge gained and lost whereas in truth all is contained
vast andfree in the Blue Sky and Green Earth
of One Mind;

Round-bellied to show his kind nature and that the greatearth has food enough for everyone who loves her and trusts
her;

Trampling underfoot wasteful freeways and needlesssuburbs; smashing the worms of capitalism and totalitarianism;

Indicating the Task: his followers, becoming free of cars,houses, canned food, universities, and shoes, master the
Three Mysteries of their own Body, Speech, and Mind; and
fearlessly chop down the rotten trees and prune out the sick limbs of this
country
America and then burn the leftover
trash.

Wrathful but Calm, Austere but Comic, Smokey the Bear will
Illuminate those who would help him; but for those who would
hinder or slander him,

HE WILL PUT THEM OUT.

Thus his great Mantra:

Namah samanta vajranam chanda maharoshana
Sphataya hum traka ham mam

“I DEDICATE MYSELF TO THE UNIVERSAL DIAMOND
BE THIS RAGING FURY DESTROYED”

And he will protect those who love woods and rivers,
Gods and animals, hobos and madmen, prisoners and sick
people, musicians, playful women, and hopeful children;

And if anyone is threatened by advertising, air pollution,
or the police, they should chant SMOKEY THE BEAR’S WAR SPELL:

DROWN THEIR BUTTS
CRUSH THEIR BUTTS
DROWN THEIR BUTTS
CRUSH THEIR BUTTS

And SMOKEY THE BEAR will surely appear to put the enemy out
with his vajra-shovel.

Now those who recite this Sutra and then try to put it in
practice will accumulate merit as countless as the sands
of Arizona and Nevada,Will help save the planet Earth from total oil slick,
Will enter the age of harmony of man and nature,
Will win the tender love and caresses of men, women, and
beastsWill always have ripe blackberries to eat and a sunny spot
under a pine tree to sit at,
AND IN THE END WILL WIN HIGHEST PERFECT ENLIGHTENMENT.

thus have we heard.
P.S. I didn’t write this, so I can’t provide an explanation of the “crush their butts” part. The anonymous writer(s?) did, however, explicitly give permission for the Sutra to be posted anywhere and everywhere.

Answer by Smarty pants : )
Heavens to Betsy…!! That was mighty long there, little
chick-a-dee!
My favorite part was “He was aroused and watchful” — : )
But what was the “crush my butt” part…..?? lol
: )
Are you trying to make us all laugh…?
: )
xoxox
: )

Answer by herfinator
Wow.
Well, if he can co-exist with the FSM, we’re all good here!

Answer by WillRogerswannabe
Now, I enjoyed that very much! Thanks for sharing!

The Native American Indians, have passed this on within their oral tradition from teacher to apprentice for thousands of years:

“Watch for the ant-man for he shall set things straight!”
“There shall be a great tree that shall fall from the east to the west, be ever aware, and listen for the sound of the tree when it strikes the soil of the earthly mother where we presently dwell.”
“We the Red-man are the custodians of what the White-man calls the North American Continent. We respect her as no one else will, for we first tilled her soil and partook of her fruits, which she gave to us freely!”

May we all be ever Aware,

Answer by septembersong
Awww! Smokey must be Pooh’s big brother–you know, from The Tao Of Pooh. There was a third century saint named Ursus, and legend tells us that all three spiritual bears were born to the sacred mother bear goddess. She dwells on the Ursa Major constellation, and sent her sons to earth to help their fallen human brothers. Now it is up to we earth people to heed what the great brown ones have come to teach us. May their claws and teeth be blessed, and respected. Or our butts will be toast.

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