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Hot And Cold
Hot And Cold

"The worst hazing ritual I've personally witnessed was a 6-foot-4-inch shirtless hulk of a man braced/held down while two other men used a blow torch to heat up a branding iron with the organization's symbol. As soon as the branding iron was glowing red, they put a hood on the initiate's head then pulled an identical branding iron out of a bucket of ice water and pressed it to his chest."

What Kind Of Person Likes This?
What Kind Of Person Likes This?

"When pledging for a fraternity some pledge brothers and I had to eat butter dogs. What's a butter dog? Well, it's a hot dog bun with a stick of frozen butter in it topped with half a can of wintergreen dip, half a bottle of hot sauce, Velveeta cheese, and smothered in liquid smoke. It was the worst thing I've ever eaten in my life."

Idiots Kill Someone

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Idiots Kill Someone

"A fraternity from my college is now under investigation because a freshman died from an 'unsanctioned hazing ritual' last year. Basically, they rented a house out of state, without school permission, to haze the pledges. During a hazing ritual, one kid got knocked to the ground and hit his head. Being complete morons, the rest of the members dragged him into the house and tried to google his symptoms. They left him unconscious for more than an hour until they finally decided to drive him to the hospital. He was declared brain dead upon arrival and passed away the next day.

That fraternity is now banned from the college, and this case was recently ruled as a homicide."

Mean Girls
Mean Girls

"I was in a sorority at my huge state university that was known for having freaks and weirdos. We didn't haze, in fact, we did the opposite.

That said, we shared a building with two other sororities. One day a few of us were heading down to the coffee bar at one am. In the stairwell, we found three pledges blindfolded and tied to each other. Apparently, they were supposed to get up to the top floor (seven stories) like that. We untied them and walked them up.

Another time, we heard screams coming from another sorority's lounge. Worried, we broke in. They had their pledges in coffins. Again, they were alone. One girl was just freaking out, so we pulled her out. She was tied up with a dead animal, and it had been too much for her. Another girl hearing us decided to quit too.

We took them over to our lounge and gave them coffee and watched movies. Both decided to bid our sorority instead.

We had a few other girls end up in our sorority who started off rushing another one. One told us she had to give favors to a masked guy as part of a pledge and decided it wasn't worth the risk of contracting a disease.

Meanwhile, my sorority had the only openly gay couple in it, had 14 different religious beliefs represented, donated the most to charity, and had only ever had ONE person pledge and drop out in the time I was there."

Poultry Night
Poultry Night

"My fraternity had an event for the pledges that we called 'Poultry Night.' Before the event, we made the pledge class president collect a few things for the festivities: a large blindfold, a brick, and one rubber for every member of the pledge class. Then we told the whole class to wear clothes that could get messy.

The brothers all spent the week leading up to Poultry Night telling crazy stories (that were incredibly untrue) about their pledge class's event. When I would tell the stories, I would always say that I 'got laid, but it wasn't what I expected,' or I would say that I 'learned a lot about myself that night.' The whole mystery of the night was aided by the fact that we actually had a member who raised live chickens, lived in the woods about three miles off-campus, and would sometimes make the pledges clean the coop when they were mouthy or whatever. So, the pledges all knew that we had a live chicken at our disposal. We messed with their heads.

On Poultry Night, the typical crop of 20-or-so pledges was submitted to the usual quasi-hazing antics, but they were all so nervous and we were all so excited. When the event was set to begin, we told them to sit in a circle on the floor. The pledge class president was told to take his shirt off and sit cross-legged with the blindfold on, the brick in front of him, and an unopened rubber in his hand. Then we brought in the chicken. I swear, these kids were all-in; they thought that their president, and maybe themselves, would have to get it on with this chicken. Possibly, this dead chicken, given the presence of the brick. But that wasn't the plan at all.

As the pledges watched anxiously, the brother with the squawking chicken approached the blindfolded president, sat the chicken on the floor in front of him, and started to walk away. Usually, the chicken didn't do anything. One time she flapped her wings and kind of hit the president in the nose. That was just hilarious. But the whole point was to make some chicken noise in this candlelit basement room and scare a bunch of freshmen, which we did. After a moment, the brother picked the chicken up again, held it under his arm, and screamed 'YOU SICK JERK!' in the president's face. Then the pledges were all hooded.

We loaded the hooded pledges into a van, truck, car, whatever we had, and a bunch of brothers drove them to campus for the 'real' Poultry Night. The brothers continued to vaguely describe to the pledges that 'the best was yet to come' and that 'they would all get their turn.' The president, blindfolded and hooded, was specifically put in a car with an older brother who would describe to him what was going to happen next. He would tell the president that Poultry Night was actually a scavenger hunt, and all of the brothers were involved. He told him that the pledges had to win the game by bringing all of the rubbers, the brick, and the blindfolded president to all of the required spots on campus, and they were racing against the times of the previous pledge classes. That was a lie; we never timed the darn thing, but we wanted them to run. The campus had a lot of hills, so we usually had the clues lead to buildings on hilltops because we liked to see the pledges running shirtless up and downhill and getting exhausted. Shirtless? Yes, that's right. When we dropped the pledges off at some random parking lot on campus, we took their hoods and their shirts.

We gave the president a list of the three places that they had to visit to complete the event, and he had to explain the rules to his fellow pledges while blindfolded. We weren't intricate about giving clues to the places, but we usually chose locations that freshmen weren't likely to have visited. This all happened in the days before smartphones, so they sometimes had no idea where the building/landmark was even if we gave them the name. I like to think that the university itself got a kick out of watching our group of two dozen shirtless teenagers leading one blindfolded teenager around campus at night. We never got in trouble during my time, so I'm probably right.

Anyways, we still weren't done screwing with the pledges, so we put one of our more devious brothers at each of the three locations. At the first place, the brother just sat there and heckled the kids, but he made sure that he checked for the required items: the brick, all of the Jimmy hats, and the blindfolded president. He asked to hold each of the items, and he tightened the blindfold, just to impart the illusion that these stupid things were important. At the next spot, the second brother asked to see and hold the items and tighten the blindfold, but this time he decided to keep the brick. I got to play this role once, and it was awesome to be so evil; the pledges were so upset, some of them wanted to quit the game, or quit pledging entirely. They thought that they had fallen into a trap and they wouldn't win without the brick. The second brother always told the pledges to keep running because they weren't going to get the brick back but they would be in even worse trouble if they didn't finish. That usually worked. The pledges would be disheartened, but they would believe in the concept that it could be worse. At the third location, though, it got worse. The third brother would act upset that the pledges didn't have the brick, but he would still tighten the blindfold and count the rubbers. But he always kept one. Just one rubber and the pledges would get screwed again because the rule said that they had to have one for each pledge. But again, the brother would tell them to keep going, because he wasn't giving the rubber back and they should at least try to finish with what they had.

This was the part where I liked to see the pledges get creative because the ones who weren't distraught were desperate. One time, in-between the third and fourth (final) location, the whole group of shirtless pledges went dorm-to-dorm asking for a rubber. Because they thought they needed it! Another time, after the brick was stolen, a bunch of them grabbed random bricks on their run and tried to hide them from the third brother, fearing that he would take them. (He would have, but he probably would have laughed his tail off.) But the whole point was that these things weren't very important, we just got into their heads enough to make them think that their entire pledge season was hinging on this ridiculous, spontaneous game that was very much rigged against them.

So, Poultry Night. What did it mean? That question is answered in dramatic fashion at the final location, which we always put in the same place, at the far end of a large field. We planned for the pledges to enter the field, one man blindfolded, shirtless, brickless, and one rubber short, and we would be waiting for them. We would be waiting for them with handfuls upon boxes upon crates of eggs. It was the night that every brother loved, and many would go all-out with camouflage outfits, makeshift outposts in trees, and powerful launching devices, all in an effort to break as many eggs as possible while the oncoming mass of pledges raced across the field to their destination. There weren't many rules in this part of the game, and friendly roughhousing was encouraged, as brothers sometimes became just as covered in yolk as the pledges they were attacking. At first, of course, the pledges (and especially the blindfolded president) had no idea what they were experiencing, but as egg, after egg flew through the air, they caught on quickly. Still playing by the rules of the game in spite of our shelled shelling, every pledge class had those dedicated few who would stick by the president's side, leading him slowly through the grass while being bombarded from all sides.

When all the eggs were broken, the pledge class was allowed to remove their president's blindfold and the brothers would allow the pledges to relax. Sometimes we had towels for them to clean off, but not always. The brick was always returned to the class with the words 'Poultry Night' and the year written on it, and the class was encouraged to sign their names on it and give it to the president as a gift and a memento of the insanity of the evening. Since the vast majority of the pledges lived on campus, they were allowed to go back to their dorm rooms to shower and explain their antics to their roommates and floormates and whoever happened to see them walking around covered in egg yolk. And the rubbers? Well, we had a party that night, so I'm pretty sure somebody made use of them."

It's Hilarious Because He Almost Died

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It's Hilarious Because He Almost Died

"Initiation my freshman year for my college soccer team.

1) The first line of duty, everyone takes off their clothes and gets in adult diapers.

2) Before the drinking games began, you had the choice of opting out if you chose to poop yourself in front of everybody (which one person did).

3) Then the poop show began.

Pretty much involved various bizarre games, mystery drink team chug (which involved something like drinks, hot sauce, ramen (for texture of course), various condiments, onions, and copious amounts of the strong stuff. An ongoing game was the passing of the vibrating adult toy, whenever it was dropped or set down everyone had to take two shots. Popping balloons in compromising positions, etc.

In retrospect, probably the most bizarre/comical part of it all (because the kid didn't die) was on the chug, the one kid who happened to be diabetic decided he should 'put the team on my back' and chug the most. Hours later I see him trying to chase one of our teammates out onto the street and take him back inside. He is profusely sweating, so I call over one of the wasted upperclassmen who is also diabetic to check on him. His blood sugar was in the high 300s and him being a fairly large dude, the upperclassmen just said, I don't know how much insulin he is supposed to take but I'm just going to stick him with about four clicks of it. So diabetic coma over here is nearly unconscious on the couch and I'm like 'stick the dude!' thinking it was going to be like a Pulp Fiction seen and he is just going to come back to life and snap out of it. To my dismay, he just lay there and made a slight groan as he was stabbed. But luckily, about two minutes after that, he projectile vomited all the night's concoctions onto the nice hardwood floor. Good thing it covered the whole floor, added a clean finish to the wood.

So the man lived and all's is well that ends well."

Seriously disgusting
Seriously disgusting

"I was blindfolded, led into a bathroom and told to sit on the ground. A brother asked how far I'd be willing to go to get initiated into the fraternity. I said I'd do anything, and he forced my hands into the toilet. So I'm sitting there, elbow deep in the frat house toilet, wondering what is happening. He says 'Grab it.' I was in disbelief. The soft, mushy poop spurts between my fingers as I clench it in my hand. 'Bite it. If you want to get in, you have to bite my poop.' I'd already pledged for eight weeks, and I wasn't going to let this end all of it. So I pulled it up to my blindfolded face and took a bite. It was a banana."

Is This Even Legal?

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Is This Even Legal?

"The guys who played for my college's rugby team had a hideous initiation. They had to tape a baby-sized diaper to themselves and walk about a half a mile with no clothes or shoes on. When they arrived at the next point, they were given a bin in which all bodily fluids had to be put. Each individual had to drink a 'dirty pint' and neck a bottle of red. By this point, the bins are getting full of urine, vomit, etc. Finally, they were given three pints of milk, orange juice, and Sprite, all of which they had to down. After downing them they had to sprint as hard as they could to a nearby field. Once at the field, they were told to lay down and then proceed to have the bins thrown all over them."

Shake It Up
Shake It Up

"My first job was as a cashier in a small family-owned grocery store. Apparently, the stock boys had a tradition that went back years where they'd tell the new guy that one of his jobs was to shake up the Italian dressing bottles every couple hours. It makes them look better, after all! The owners were in on it, so they'd give them trouble for it."

A Love Story, Of Sorts

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A Love Story, Of Sorts

"Back in college, I was in a fraternity and dated a girl in a sorority. Somehow in the progression of our relationship, she asked me to help haze the pledges with a couple of brothers, and I was down with it since my frat just finished rush, and I was getting bored.

So I go, and they started doing some stupid crap like 'drink this shot' or 'kiss the other pledge.' Finally, one of them says that one of the girls had to go down on me. She, being a good southern Christian girl, didn't want too, but got pressured by everyone else to do it.

So I had to step in and say no, at which point my girlfriend told me to 'shut up.' So, I look down at this tiny blonde freshman who looks terrified and all I can think is 'this is too messed up.' So I grab her hand and walk her out the door.

She rushed another sorority and dated me for the remainder of my days there. A few years down the line, we reconnected and are celebrating our seventh anniversary in four days."

The Grandkids Will Love This One

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The Grandkids Will Love This One

"We were pulled off the street, blindfolded, stripped down to underwear, driven two hours out of the city and left handcuffed to another person. We were left with a camera, a public transit card with $20 on it, and a list of tasks that had to be accomplished before we were allowed to get back to university. We ended up composing a song and dance number, busking in this tiny coastal town until we got enough money to buy clothes from the Salvation Army. I ended up dating the guy I was cuffed to. Made for a good 'how we met' story."

Alien Watch
Alien Watch

"The best one I heard of, second-hand, was during final pledge week at a frat, where out of the pledge class, one person had to be on duty at all times on the roof of the frat wearing a tin foil hat keeping a watch out for an alien attack.

If at any time there was no person found on the roof or that person was asleep/distracted, the entire pledge class was punished (with physical activity and/or drinking). Brothers would take turns trying to catch the pledges unaware by sneaking up there in various ways dressed in hilarious alien costumes."

About The Dumbest Idea Ever
About The Dumbest Idea Ever

"A twist on the 'trust fall.' You would put blindfolded guys into the back of a truck, and then go drive down a dirt road at high rate of speed. Then you would tell the guys that if they trusted you, they would let you throw them from the truck to safety. They would be then thrown off the back of the truck.

After the guys are loaded into the back of the truck blindfolded, there is a trailer that is hitched to the truck with other guys in it and mattresses on floor of the trailer. The blindfolded guys are then thrown from the bed of the truck to the trailer."

Summer Camp Newbies
Summer Camp Newbies

"At my summer camp, there was a ritual where a new counselor is taken out for their 'initiation' on the night before campers arrive.

Half-way along the road from the gate to the first buildings of the camp, the road bends around a steep, bush-covered hill. As this place is about a quarter mile through the woods from both the front gate and the main camp, the infrequent cars along the street past the gate can barely be seen or heard down the road, and the buildings are completely out of sight up the road.

Here some of the counselors stop and ask the new-hire something like: 'are you sure you want to join us?' When they inevitably say yes, one of them says 'He has agreed, let us begin' and they pull out their short, fat candles and matches, and one of them lights the five candles, saying something like 'with these flames this new one is offered,' each time a match is lit, one per candle. When all the candles are lit, they are placed on the road surrounding the 'initiate.'

The group raises their hands and begins chanting 'O come, we summon thee, o come, we summon thee' over and over. Then the hidden person at the top of the hill begins throwing small rocks down the road and up the road until they have been heard by the 'initiate.' Then a bigger rock is thrown across the road into the adjacent horse pasture, which is sure to be heard as well, although the horses are in the barn and the field looks empty. The chanting gets louder as they all shout 'Oh come! Oh come!' over and over until the person at the top of the hill rushes down through the bushes and the 'initiate' sometimes runs screaming back to the safety of the camp."

Sadistic Rugby Clubs
Sadistic Rugby Clubs

"I've been in and around a lot of sports stories at university and I've seen initiations done right and wrong.

A lot of the culture nowadays is about getting one up over others, so for some clubs, nothing short of ridiculously over-dramatic male bravado will do. The worst is no doubt the rugby team.

One university made the lads do an initiation where they had to get naked and complete an obstacle course. Over the course, they had certain drinking challenges. It was all ok up to the point where at the end the captain had organized a massive trough full of pig guts and blood. You had to bob for apples in it. You were finished when you got an apple.

People start bobbing and the smell is making them sick. If you completed the obstacle course last you were bobbing your head into rancid pig guts and other people's sick.

Later on, every new recruit got 'tied' to an older member of the team. These people had to do everything the older member asked them. Some of them were asked to go and cop feels of girls. Some were asked to drink some crazy concoction of drinks. One lad got arrested as he was asked to take a dump in front of a packed restaurant with a glass front.

Another rugby initiation I saw had another obstacle course made. You had to crawl around this one with one thumb in your mouth and the other thumb inside the person in front of you. If you slipped up, you had to switch thumbs. It was like some kind of initiation human centipede. At certain points in the course, your hand would be coated with chili powder and vaseline and stuff like that."

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