That's it

I'm explaining the Game.
The Game is rather useless, except as a source of annoyance, so one must play it with one's friends so that one can enjoy others' annoyance (classic example: me surviving last year's English class because Katie hated it much more than I did and she's fun when her sarcasm is not directed at me). Once you know how the Game works, you must play. You cannot lose the Game less than half an hour after hearing another person declare that he/she/ze has lost it. Otherwise, you lose whenever you think of the Game, and you must then say "I just lost." That's it. Really. I think, due to the way my memory works (it kind of doesn't keep track of things but always remembers them, so that things often recurrently come into my mind, but not necessarily when they should, and furthermore, many trivialities are still remembered years later, such as the way my mother and I were joking that we would name the baby "Lunchbox" if it was a girl, "Backpack" if it was a boy, until my sister was born when I was almost five, and Mom named her Diana without consulting me), that I am a good candidate for the worst player of this game, /ever/.
On the other hand, very few can beat me at Egyptian War.