The only agreement here nobody had to be coerced into signing
By playing Epstein Against Humanity, you acknowledge that your sense of humor is irreparably fucked — like accepting an invitation to a private Caribbean island knowing full well what the "networking events" entail. You're signing these terms more willingly than certain NDAs were signed at certain parties on certain yachts, which frankly says more about you than it does about us.
This is a free, browser-based party game — no strings attached, unlike certain "philanthropy retreats" in the U.S. Virgin Islands. No accounts required. No NDAs to sign on arrival. No wire transfers to offshore holding companies in the Cayman Islands. We promise nothing except a terrible time, which is still a better deal than whatever was promised on that flight manifest.
The cards are already worse than anything you could type — if you somehow make the chat worse than a game literally named after the most notorious sex trafficker in modern history, that's genuinely impressive and also deeply concerning. We reserve the right to shut down rooms, unlike certain well-connected people who should have been shut down decades earlier but kept getting invited to dinner parties instead.
We are not liable for emotional damage, broken relationships, or sudden appearances on government watchlists that may result from gameplay. We have the same liability as the guards on that night — none, apparently. Play at your own moral risk. If this game ruins your friendships, those friendships were already on borrowed time — kind of like a certain inmate in a certain Manhattan detention facility.
These terms may change without notice, kind of like how a cause of death can change between the first and second autopsy. Continued use of the game means you accept whatever we come up with, the same way certain party guests accepted whatever showed up on the island without asking too many questions about age verification.