| So, me, Adam and Will decided in early spring that we would attend a technology workshop for in c++ that I had gone to last year and really enjoyed. Last year was GREAT -- there were a lot of really cool people there, and like ten of us would play unreal tournament over the lan at a time. I always won. But the point is it was fun. I made some friends there that I still talk to occasionally. So last year was great. Why should this year be any different? |
| asdfSo the first day at lunch there's this fat ugly guy. Adam, Will, and I are in line and he's standing behind us being fat and ugly. And listening in on our conversations. We talk about camp and what we're gonna do with all the pixie stix and pop rocks I brought. We discuss the food we're about to pay for, and briefly touch on the topic of Adam's fetish for smaller dogs. Then we come to the usually pleasant and engrossing subject of starcraft. As we do this, Mr. Fat Ugly Guy's pig eyes double in size. His greenish, slimey tongue moistens his lower lip and he speaks, "You guys play starcraft?" Adam and I turn and look at him.
asdf "Ya," one of us says. asdf "I bet I can take you both vs. me" grunts the man pig, "you can have him too," he squeals as he gestures at Will with a dirty hoof. asdf "Right." I say as I pay for my food and begin the trek upstairs to the dining room. Wtf, I think to myself. He *could* be really good. Then again, who is he to say he can take three of us without even seeing us play? We sit down to eat and the aggervation continues. asdf "Do you guys know about clan x17?" he snorts with a mouthful of greasy pizza. "Yup." I say, trying not to look at him. Before he can go on, someone down the table attacks his pseudo-girlfriend. asdf "Starcraft sux. Unreal tournament, now THATS a game." asdf But the fat man was not to be deterred. "Just because you have to work at starcraft to be good at it doesn't mean its a bad game." Such a brilliant insight! Obviously, you don't get better at UT from playing it. asdf "Starcraft sux." *they stop talking* asdf Somehow, the subject of gamei was brought up. Fat man's pupils grow to the size of dinner plates and he asks "Can you make me a gamei account?" without bothering to swallow his food first. asdf "Nope, sure can't." I say quickly and get up to leave. asdf Later he tells us "I only want to 1v1 you because you know about x17 and gamei so you might be good." asdfThe first day's class was long and boring. I wish I coulda slept. We did do our best to make it fun, tho. Adam, Will, and I would message each other and say "WONT DISTURB U JURING *insert whatever activity victim was doing at the time*" So it would be like I run my dice program and suddenly "Farky002: WONT DISTURB U JURING DICE" or I visit Shocks and WONT DISTRUERB U JUWRING READ SHOCKS or I sign on and WONT SDUSRUB U JURING SIGNON. It was good fun. asdfand ADAM BROKE 2 COMPUTERS AOJGOGJREOGJROAJREO I don't care what he says the first one he was mad and his face turned red and he grew devil horns and VICIOUSLY KICKED THE COMPUTER OVER WHILE SCREAMING AN UNHOLY CURSE and i TRIED to reveal the truth to everyone but no one believed me =[ 
That night was fairly cool. We had a really gay RC that made us stay out of the computer lab from 7-9 every night to learn that "there IS a life away from computers" WTF ITS A FACKING COMPUTER CAMP WE DONT NEED TO LEARN ABOUT THE LIFE AWAY FRMO COMPUTERS APOHGOPPOH%OG#P#QHG. Unreal tourney the first night was FUN. Me, Adam, and Will were all red, and the rest of the people were blue. They all sucked. We didn't. Two reds and a blue would be fighting and a red would kill the blue and the other red would exclaim "ATEHJHAO%P{ U STOLE MY NEWBIE", or bluebie, as we started calling them. 
The first night's activities were actually pretty fun, being tarnished only by the knowledge that we didn't have a choice but to partake. Will and Adam schooled me hard at miniature golf. gg. |
| asdf Day two came too soon.
We were in bed at 12 and they expected us up by 7:30. Gotta love that RC, eh? Well breakfast owned, despite the fact the Gimeral
sat near us again. I'm not entirely sure why. Maybe he just wanted to be close to some people that played starcraft or maybe he just wanted to be
close to some boys cos hes a HUGE FLAMING HOMOSEXUAL. But anyway class was a little more fun. Unreal tournament wasn't. There were these three
n00bs that went off in their own password protected game because they all kept getting smeared. Fuxing bluebies. So then it was just me, Adam, Will, and some guy named jetforce playing. I think he prolly had some other name besides jetforce, but if he did I never figured out what it was.
That night we went to a "using technology creatively" seminar thing. The guy giving it was kinda different. He made a lot of jokes, about 90% of which weren't funny. The three bluebies, however, laughed at EVERY SINGLE ONE I was like AEHpoegSHTU UPTSHUT UPS TSHNBIUt UP ITS NT O FUNNY SAMMIT./omhjp[artjo. but that wasn't even the most annoying part. Mr. not funny guy is reading off this paper he handed out to all of us, and one of his "questions for good design" or something was "How do I keep from gnawing my own arms off in frustration?" So when he comes to this part in his presentation, he reads it aloud. Fat pig man snickers a bit at this. He then looks down at his paper and OH MY GOD IT ACTUALLY SAYS THAT ON THE PAPER WOW THATS REALLY FUNNY CAN YOU BLEIVE SOMETHING LIKE THAT CAN ACTUALYL BE WRITTEN DOWN????? ON PAPER????? THAT THEY GAVE US?????? OMFG THATS SOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUNNY ROFL ROFL ROFLORFLRORFRO!!!111 *he laughs so hard he suffocates*. I wish. |
| asdfDay three was, uh, kinda cool. Class was getting progressivly more fun as the week went on. Gimeral was getting progressively more GAY as the week went on (but I think thats just cos I was getting to know him better). I think this was the day our teacher asked us to write hangman in c++ but we were all too lazy so we went to google.com and searched for "hangman c++ source" and copy/pasted and ran it. She(our teacher) actually believed we wrote it, too! It looked so professional I was pretty sure she was gonna know we didn't really write it. Maybe it helped a bit that we went back through and misspelled most of the words. Hmm.
So letsee, today Gimeral tried to kick a few people off their computers so he could play starcraft. Big homo. He claimed that he "beat a good protoss player using only marines and medics". He told us that "www.randomnumbers.com" had REAL random numbers! He wanted to show us some of his "favorite" pictures on some fucked up site like comsumptionjunction.com but we were like "naaaaaaaaa". That night he played 7 protoss comps as terran on bgh and -- GASP -- he won! He was like "yay i am so mighty i can beat 7 comps". asdfI turned around and said "wow you did? could you teach me terran?" At first he was taken aback by my seemingly obvious admission of inferiority, but then I saw the realization dawn in his eyes. asdf"You're kidding, aren't you?" he breathed, eyes narrowing. asdf"No, I'm serious! Teach me terran. How many marines do I build?" asdf"You're an asshole, and you'll be even more of an asshole when you become an adult." he said as he turned around to leave. Ouch. I cried that night. Really I did. (no) Gimeral really needed to lighten up a bit. He could have laughed it off; really, I would expect Adam to mock me if *I* said "i am so mighty i can beat 7 comps!!!!!!!" Not that I would. asdfIt was pizza and a movie night, so from 7-9 we settled down in lounge chairs, ate pizza, and watched Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Good movie, despite the fact that I've seen it like 40 times. Gimeral told us that as terran you ALWAYS build 59 marines no matter what happens and 2 tanks and if you lose a tank you can't rebuild it. How the hell did he beat 7 protoss comps? ;) That was day 3. Sorta. |
| asdfWe left camp the next day at like 12. It was toooo short =[ Before we went, we made a semi-cool game where you were a little crosshair and you shot and when you shot it said "BANG" and you were supposed to shoot a cow but for some reason you could never hit it and then we had to go so bye. |