How many hours of your childhood were filled playing the simple game of Rock, Paper, Scissors? If you lived in my house, the answer is none, since my parents would burn me with a branding iron every time I looked away from my math book. (It’s called creative license people, don’t go call family services)
Here’s a new version of the popular game that will surely add some fun if the other player doesn’t know that you’re playing by new rules. “Sorry, my nuke incinerates your paper.” Check out the full version of the image after the jump.