Mario Kart is as dangerous to a friendship as a blue shell is to the player in first place. I have several childhood memories of a friendly race devolving into an outright brawl. That game has caused more violence than Helen of Troy and the Rage Virus combined. You get a group of guys in a room for some Kart, testosterone hanging as heavily in the air as the smell of Doritos, you can no longer be held responsible for what happens. Then you get to college and add alcohol to the equation. Drive a lap, stop, and chug a beer before driving the next lap. Beerio Kart, we called it. That’s when shit (and controllers) really started to hit the fan.