Insta Regrets

Land on Insta Regrets and you don't get to pick your target. Open Instagram, scroll to the very top, and whatever post is sitting there gets one of three emojis in the comments — devil, drooling, aubergine, your choice. No scrolling past it because "that one doesn't count." No hiding behind an ad. Refuse, and it's a shot instead.

At a real table this is where the room goes quiet for a second. Someone unlocks their phone slower than usual, already wincing, and everyone else leans in like it's a jury reading a verdict. The best (worst) outcomes: an ex, a parent, an old school photo, the local pub's own account. There's always one person who swears the app glitched and shows a different post to the one that actually loaded first — the table rarely lets that slide.

Honest tip: agree before anyone plays that a mate checks the screen over your shoulder. It kills the "technical difficulties" defence and speeds the whole thing up. Deleting the comment straight after is common; nobody's written a rule against it, but it does feel like cheating the spirit of the thing.

It sits in the 2nd Circle, so it's not a rare pull — expect it to turn up a fair few times a session, which is exactly why regulars start pre-emptively muting notifications before they even sit down.