Games – It's Not Me, It's You (Las Vegas)

Got A Game Idea? 🎲🔥

Dating is already a game — we just made it funnier, pettier, and slightly more competitive. But maybe you’ve thought of a way to make it even more chaotic, competitive, or roast-worthy. We want to hear it.

Although we’re already original (and obviously hilarious), we’re always on the hunt for fresh, unhinged ideas to unleash on stage.

This is your chance to invent the next great disaster for our live shows. It could be:

A drinking game that guarantees regret.

A guessing game based on bad bios, cringe texts, or red flags in the wild.

A competition that tests who’s the biggest clown in the room.

Or literally anything that makes strangers overshare for points and prizes.

Tell Us Your Idea

What name will history remember you by? *

Email — because smoke signals are unreliable. *

Can we send you event updates, roasts, and regret reminders if we get our shit together enough to hit “send”? *

Consent.... Because Consent Is Sexy.

I consent to having my submission used during the show, on social media, and/or in future “It’s Not Me, It’s You” content, recordings, and merchandise.

By submitting this form, I confirm that I am doing so of my own free will (and not under duress, thirst, or a post-breakup spiral). I grant full permission for my submission—edited, paraphrased, dramatized, or re-enacted—to be used publicly, worldwide, in perpetuity, and I understand this consent is irrevocable (aka I can’t change my mind later).

I affirm that I own the rights to everything I’m submitting, that it does not infringe on any third-party rights, and that I will not hold “It’s Not Me, It’s You” or its affiliates liable for any claims related to its use. Basically: don’t send us something you stole unless you’re cool with the original owner seeing it on a T-shirt.

I waive any right to compensation, royalties, or legal action (no matter how wildly successful this becomes). I also agree not to sue, because we are poor, and any profits will likely be used for alcohol (for research and reward purposes), therapy we won’t attend but fully support, and emotional support snacks.

This agreement is governed by the laws of the State of Nevada, because that’s where we live, love, and roast dating culture. *

Yes, I understand this may haunt me at reunions, weddings, and possibly my obituary.

How should your legend appear in our records of chaos? *

What’s your game or segment idea?
Give it a name — the more dramatic or unhinged, the better. *

What inspired this idea?
Tell us why your brain thought this was a good idea. Bonus points if it involves a bad date, a meme, or a hallucination from lack of carbs. *

How would the audience play it?
We don’t need a PhD-level rulebook (unless it involves dice, shots, and tears) — just the gist. *

Why does this belong in the It’s Not Me, It’s You circus?
Bonus points if it roasts dating culture, men with podcast mics, or anyone who says “no drama.” *

Optional Upload: Drop a mood board, meme, or sketch — we accept Canva, MS Paint, and crayon masterpieces.