I can fully understand why those who were left out of the loop in the founding of the Cafeteria of Nameless Meat might wish to forget their secret shame despite the mandatory facial tattoo branding them as sub-equal, but it becomes cumbersome when I'm the only one who seems to be paying any attention to the table's communal memory hole—and it is downright traitorous when the winner realizes, with a bemused shrug, that they couldn't actually have done the thing they kept doing for the last three turns because, well, penalty.
To make sure this never happens again, henceforth every player will be required to have one of these on their person at all times:
as well as a #2 Shame-Pencil with which to scribe the nature of their penalty for all to see.
PS. I know what you're thinking: "But Chris—my form doesn't have any officiating stamps or a line for my supervisor's initials!"
Well. Well, well, well. That's your problem, Citizen—not mine.