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[color=0054a6][h1] [center]Helmut Peter Spielzeugmann [/center][/h1][/color]

Helmut stood beside Harper, feeling a wave of uncertainty engulf him. The prospect of playing beer pong was a source of anxiety, as he was unsure of his skills. Being teamed up with Harper, whom he felt somewhat apprehensive around, only added to his unease. His heart raced as he contemplated the game ahead, his mind filled with doubt.  

He watched the other students coming towards the table. His gaze was intense, but his now-looking broke it at the table. While waiting his turn, he observed how to play the game and what techniques to use to fling the ping-pong ball. Helmut took the ping-pong ball in his hand, carefully looking at the plastic cups bunched up together. Focusing for a second before throwing the ball. Being silent for a moment before cursing in German as the ball bounced off the lid of the cups. Cursing once more when his opponent got a ball into one of his cups. Drinking from the cup made him look disgusted.  Missing almost every shot when throwing the ping-pong ball, causing him to drink a copious amount of alcohol and become equally as drunk as the others.  Wobbling and struggling to stand up straight. He held onto the table so he wouldn’t fall over. “[color=0054a6][i]Warum habe ich zugestimmt, dieses Spiel zu spielen?[/i][/color]” (Translation- Why did I agree to play this game?) He muttered under his breath, feeling quite queasy. He felt like he would need a lot of water to try and recover. “[color=0054a6][i]I need to sit down.[/i][/color]” Whispering to no one in particular. He slowly turned so he could sit down on the nearby couch.