Hunkered down amidst hundreds of computers, inflatable
Sumo wrestling costumes, and a gigantic Q, Hellchick and the
rest of the Beatdown crew await the end of the world with
(right) to Bastard: "Man, you throw th' besht parties,
man...I juss' (hic) wanna say...I love you, man..."
cheese and crackers, and a deck of playing cards. These were
what we received when we entered the bunker -- well, okay,
the new GameSpy offices -- in preparation for the end of the
millenium. If the apocalyptic predictions were right and all
hell broke loose when the clock struck midnight, at least
we'd have a few provisions. As we signed in, we were handed
a very official-looking packet containing the Y2K Beatdown
Survival Procedures. In the event of total Armageddonal annihiliation,
following these careful procedures would insure my survival,
I was told, into the next millenium. Welcome to Beatdown 2000.
Beatdowns had always been held (with the exception of BD19)
at the GameSpy offices, but it seems these days like there's
more attendees at a Beatdown than Baywatch viewers after Pamela
Anderson Lee's surgery. Consequently, we used the new, huge
offices for the event, and they were decked out appropriately
-- camouflage netting, GameSpy employees in militia gear,
and the giant Q we bought from V@por to grace the new offices.
If you ask me -- and I'll tell you even though you didn't
-- you just can't have enough giant Q's.
started setting up right in the middle of the event, snagging
myself a spot near some of the other GameSpy guys as well
as a few other people I'd never met. Once I'd plugged in and
made sure I was set up right, it was time to jump into one
of the many pick-up going on -- Q3A DM, Q3A CTF, or some variation
in Unreal Tournament. Naturally, I chose a Q3A deathmatch
game; CTF is fun, but I was one of those kids who always got
the "doesn't play well with others" comment on her
kindergarten report card. Pure carnage is more my speed.
gets funky with a few of the Beatdown attendees
I shared my computer with my husband, Sludge_666, I forced
myself to give it up for a while so he could have some fun,
having never played on a LAN before. I wandered the event
and took stock of what we had set up. Across the building
from the main LAN room we had table tennis set up, and for
most of the event crt and Kornelia could be found trying to
one-up each other at it. Next to that were some strange inflatable
things I couldn't quite identify just then. I moved on before
I became too disturbed by them.
I walked upstairs, I heard the familiar sounds of Soul Calibur,
the game that's sucked the will, it seems, from every GameSpy
employee, save myself (although I admit that once I pick up
that controller, it's a little hard to put it down). People
ensconced in beanbag chairs were practicing up for the Soul
Calibur tourney being held later that night.
the room across from that was a big screen TV with more beanbags
in front of it for people to take a break in when the gaming
became too much. When I poked my head in, a few people were
watching the news to see which cities were going to succumb
to the crazed herd mentality of paranoid survivalists first
(sadly, none did).
this man is drunk!
were lucky enough to have a wireless T1 connection at BD2K,
so naturally yours truly thought it would be a great idea
to broadcast our usual Friday Frag shoutcast show from the
Beatdown this week. shaithis managed to break away from his
crowded schedule to come down and help out, so at 7 pm, we
fired up the mic, threw on some music, and just generally
goofed off. shaithis played poker against himself, cheated,
and lost (he complained that he dealt himself crappy hands),
and I told the listeners what was going on at Beatdown.
the the time drew nearer to midnight, the Beatdown crew put
up a giant countdown clock on the huge screen at the back
of the room. Every hour on the hour Fargo would get on the
bullhorn and announce which time zone has just been annihilated
in the arrival of the year 2000. The crowd cheered on as we
neared our own imminent doom with every rollover.
Next: Oh god, 2000 frags, inflatable Sumo wrestlers,
and the Q3A 1 on 1 tourney!