There are games that can make a party more fun (Truth Or Dare, open bar, stake out the entrance where the trays of hors d'oeuvres come out, Charades, repeating unsubstantiated gossip, etc.), and then there are games that come with their own special neon ping pong balls, orange Play-doh, and heavy regret that you weren't socialized by wolves instead of humans. Guess which category Partini falls into? Hint: after watching the commercial below, you'll be envious of feral children.
Is putting a "tini" on the end of every word one of the terrible games included in Partini's box o' icebreaker-tinis? Because that's unfortunatini. There's no quicker way to induce homicidal-tini rage-tini than with liberal use of cocktail suffix speak. People start to get irritatarita, and before you know it, there's blood-jito all over the floor-tini.
Still, those bland, plentiful extras look like they're having such a great time. It must have taken all of their energy to smile that hard in response to direction like, "Okay, you're playing Partini! Pick up those little cards. Point at each other. Good. Ha ha ha. It's so much fun. This social gathering is a hit! You couldn't be having more fun. Greatini!"