This here is a on-site writeup which is contributed to by all the participants of the above-promoted Holiday Gathering, in an attempt to more reliably tabulate and enumerate the results of this repeat of
The Write-up contributed to by the most people. They weigh in below. Be kind to
sparky, he had to go sleep.
- Sparky
I laughed. I cried. I played an odd variant of hide n' seek in which only I won. I learned that you must eat at least one bug. Percentage deal. Merry Christmas. Good night.
- Dialogue
I neither laughed nor cried. However, I did wander around prole's neighborhood looking for schmoe for roughly half an hour. Don't ever play hide and seek in a space larger than a block. "Knock it off!" "I wish my mother had named me something cool like X-Ray or M-16." And the cheesefries were as good as promised. And they came in a TROUGH! I won at Renfeild, and thus got to watch the movie I was using to hold my money, Mod Fuck Explosion. Thanks to said movie, I will now have dreams tonight of vast fields of meat.
- prole
you know, this is all getting pretty damned silly. i'm imagining that i'll fall asleep at some point this early morning, and be completely shocked to find flamingweasel, pseudo_intellectual, the artist formerly known as schmoe, and possibly dialogue asleep on my floor.. but that's another day. i know where skateland is and could find my way there blindfolded. cheese fries never fail to please. wait, i forgot.. how many bugs do i have to eat?
- Pseudo_Intellectual
the longer I go without sleep the more lucid I become. Par exemple, Mod Fuck Explosion almost made sense. Eight hours with Charles Bukowski in a coach seat and an afterward, worn-away testament. Two more buttons for the hat. Gave coins to a charity for blind children, but cruelly gave them my worthless Canadian currency! "What is this? A Rifts novel? Let me get this straight: a novel, based on a role-playing game, based on pre-submitted cover art? That's, like, three degrees of abstraction from anything ressembling plot!"
In all truth, I only came down to get a copy of The Stranger.
Evergreen College has the cleanest bathrooms of any post-secondary institutions in my experience, and dissapointingly they are almost completely graffiti-free. What found text am I going to appropriate for my day log entries now?
Oh wait: I forgot the uniquely appropriate banner hung in the main foyer -
SLOW DOWN AND STOP EVERYTHING
Clearly these anti-nodal radicals must be hunted down and stomped out. I was shocked to discover a campus which was not yet part of an exclusivity contract, the adjoining Coke and Pepsi machines seeming almost surreal reflections of each other; the free policies of this hippy-dippy love-in have clearly rotted their minds and morals!
About 5 am the participants of the meet, all sitting in the elusive computer lab, constituted an entire third of the Other Users. IN A SINGLE ROOM. We must beat this record.
- flamingweasel
note: this part of the node was created under duress. a quote from dialogue: "do you want to be destroyed?"
well, since i'm suffering from node performance anxiety, this shall be short. i drove down. i owned at renfield, until i lost. i froze my weasel ass off looking for schmoe. i watched the inexplicable, yet strangely compelling mod fuck explosion. i took a vivarin and washed it down with coke, and am now incapable of sustaining a coherent thought. where was i going with this ?
- Schmoe
I suck. I'm the worst noder. I still had a lot of fun tonight. Mod Fuck Explosion ruled. It was very funny. Ring of Fire ! Uh, I'm tired. I found the best place to order my favorite breakfast, two eggs over-medium, sourdough toast, and fried potato skins. It's called the ribeye. Ugh, got to go...
- Renfield
You must eat only one bug. But you must not append this cardinal rule to the tails of reams of unrelated nodes.
In conclusion, this write-up was composed in its entirety pre-posting and contributed to by six individual writers and one or two sundry alter-egos which were inspired to emerge over the course of the meet.