Saturday Feb 28th
Upon arriving at the event in the morning I noticed our switch had been taken and since it wasn't mine, I didn't scream too loud, but I did have to find out what was what. There had been some network issues during the night and some swaps had been made. Another "no biggie" as the staff got us fixed up pronto with a new switch and the mail was downloading as slick as whale... stuff. These guys were determined to handle any snag that popped up and when you're relying on technology, and the tecnology of so many users, shit does happen.
After getting some work done and abusing Jube in ICQ, it was time to get out and see some of the extreme case mods I'd spied coming in last night. I remember when the custom, non-beige case was the exception. Now it's the opposite and it's heaven for a geek like me. Everything from cases with tiny monitors to duct-taped pieces of funk were lined up down each table, creating a neon landing path for nerds if you will. I dug this part.
Then there was some tourney action going down with the Q3 CTF tournament and teams had been signing up for hours to win some pretty sweet swag. The MVP of the finals would walk out wearing something special to me, the last PlanetQuake jacket. I'd been holding onto this for years now and letting it go wasn't easy, so these monkies had to play hard. They did. I saw games all day and although I'm not sure who was owning who, there was some damn fine action. Even skeezix got into it with a bunch of guys who picked up his option, and they actually got into the third round before gagging up body parts to the team that would wind up taking it all, 3rd Generation.
Swag was given out during the day and I even managed to give away one of my RtCW shirts, but things were brewing off to the side for a little "Bobbing for Bawls" that would turn into a real sideshow attraction. I knew there was gonna be trouble when Mike from Running With Scissors suggested I "watch this". See, people were going to be dunked into a barrel of water to "bob" for marked bottles of Bawls. Marked bottle gets ya booty, sound good? Well win or no win, you got slapped on the skull with an RWS metal traffic sign, ala the Stooges. Courtesy of Mike J. Here's a little video of one dunk and smack that's worth at least a thousand words.
Download bawlsbob.zip from FilePlanet 6.2 MB
It was about ten when I heard mumbling about a Q3A 1v1 tourney and a Quake 1 3v3 tourney gearing up, I just had to find out what was what. Turns out both tournaments ran after we'd called it a day, and I owe a bunch of FilePlanet registrations to some pretty good fraggers. GG guys!
Yeah we called it a day about midnight again, this time not tired from the ride in, but knowing we had to get in early to do the tourney stuff, check out more stuff like hardware, a sneak peek at something sweet (more to come) and drive home so that we still got back on Canadian soil before they called out the Canadian Military. Yeah, both guys! I should mention I'm got material for two other pieces out of Saturday, so don't go thinking we didn't do anything. Teaching skeezix to use this little tiny camera I have was two hours alone. One thing we missed that I was sick about was the case smashing. Xoxide persuaded two gamers to bring up their cases, rip them up and walk away with sweet new tin. Hammers, feet, even jaws of life were used, but never with such a twisted gleam in the eye I bet.
Sunday Feb 29th
The dreaded last day of a LAN. When living like the hardcore or just on the road catches up with you and you have to clean this crap up and crawl back to your life trying not to look like somebody who's been staring at a screen for 30 hours. Good luck with that by the way. So off we went and I got to talk to those I needed to about how things would wind down for the Q3 CTF finals and it would all be decided in the best of three. The players; 3rd Generation and SuperNova. Both solid teams with some serious flag running tactics. The first game was tight, very tight and ran into overtime with many bits of nail hitting the floor and 3rd Generation took it only to drop the second game squarely. The third was a real hammer of a game with both sides just out and out waging war, but again it was 3rd Generation taking it and this time, for the gold. Great games all, thanks!
After awarding some booty for the tournies it was time to hand over the jacket and that went out to "Brn" for his efforts in the finals. He came, he saw, he fragged and now he's stylin'! He looked happy so that was good enough for me, I let the jacket go. Then there was the mad rush to get outta town and skeezix already had the escape vehicle loaded, and near our table (Such is the joy of a garage for a venue!) for a quick retreat back to snow.
The drive back was uneventful and we made good time, but a better time is what we left. The people rocked and the games were fast. A good LAN was had by us and we'll be heading back just as soon as they tell us they're ready for the GXL 2.
Next: After thoughts and pics!