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Whats been going on in the OHR Community, from August 9 to August 15-
-Newcomer Mandrake starts heated debate over a Graphic's Kit- More. -New Message Board still causing irratation- More. -CN starts "Into the Game". Lord knows how this one will turn out- More. -Possible Flame War avoided after Newbie Sean rips another OHRer's hero walkabouts- More. Preview of Genesis- More. "Into the Game"- More. Interview with Lucier, about her game Genesis, and about being a girl in the OHR Community- More. Yes, I'm aware I spelled "Pulse" wrong in the last issue. Please stop sending me emails about it. Now, behold my late night inspired rant about how the OHR Community is a solar system! Hey, it's better then that lame horoscope thing- More. Missed out on the OHR House news? Want to see the whole thing in one place? Well here they are, with added comments from Harlock and Nova- More. Have you made a game, full of secrets and hidden surprises, but don't think people have found them all? Then send in secrets from your game, or from games you've played! This week, Sephy reveals some interesting stuff from Moon Pie, Neke, and Genesis!- More. Hmm...Looks like Hounds Of Geussen doesn't quite have all the bugs ironed out...- More. In games that don't have the F keys disabled, hitting Ctrl and F4 will let you run from any battle. Ctrl and F5 will give you 10000 exp. Groovy no? |
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OHR Weekly August 15th, 2001 |  |
| By: Chaos Nyte |
 WARNING! It's eleven pages long! OHR House logs- Monday- (OHR House, from CN's point of view) Woke up early, since yesterday Doctor Shizuma called and told us he'd be here on the 12:50 bus. He then called about an hour before he was suppose to arrive, and told us that he wasn't going, it was too expensive. (Toronto, to South Haven, $270, American.) So I spent my time previewing a game called Magis, Eldritch got to work on beating the hell out of Super Smash Bros. He's spent most every waking moment with this game, and he can know beat me and two computer opponents with ease. It's embrassing. Anyway, we all(Me, Eldritch, and my Uncle Rex.) headed down to the bus station in South Haven to go pick up Harlock and Nova. The "station" turned out to be an empty parking lot in a strip mall, with the businesses all ready closed for the night. So we waited around until, 45 minutes after the bus was suppose to get here and then it arrived. Harlock and Nova were the last to get off, and Eldritch suffered a embarrassment attack and stopped filming it. Harlock was dressed in a black gi, with a guitar case in one hand, binded tightly with masking tape. Two guesses on what was inside. Nova stumbled off with a giant doll in one hand. Later we found out he had picked him up at as a souvenir in Louisiana, and that his name was "Tucker". After exchanging names, we helped then get their luggage into the car. Oh wait, that's right. Greyhound lost their luggage. So they told Harlock and Nova to come back tomorrow. South Haven is a half hour away from OHR House, and so now Harlock and Nova have no clothes or any other personal items. Stupid Greyhound. The car ride back was pretty quiet. I've never talked serious OHR with anyone, and I guess no one else had either. So I pointed out various countryside attractions, (The Big Chair, the Street Lamp, and the mini-four person gangs that inhabit such small and boring towns.) which Nova took pictures of. Arriving at the house, it was a creepy scene indeed. The mist had risen, and it was getting pretty dark. We went inside, and I showed Harlock and Nova their room. Then Harlock opened up his guitar case, revealing his two bokken and his regular sword, and enough ramen to feed an army. (Did I mention we all ready had two weeks worth of ramen all ready at the house?) Picking up one of the bokken's, I immediately felt my warrior blood calling, the cries of a hundred ancestors told me to take up the blade and get my ass kicked by Harlock. So I did. First we took a mile trek down to Lake Stillwell. In the mists of the night, we might as well been walking into another world. The video camera did little but give the darkness more shadows, and the video we played back later revealed that it's ten minutes of Harlock's back. Wee. The lack of slimes, goblins, and other regular enemies was disappointing, since I really needed some level gain if I was going to take on Harlock, but we made it to the lake none the less, and after looking at it for a minute, Harlock asked if there was a mystical island in the middle for dueling. After staring at the water some more, we concluded that there was no such thing. So we headed up to the flat area of the path, and got ready to fight. Then the batteries for the video camera ran out. After much arguing over what was wrong with it, I turned it off, and we tramped back to the house. When we got back, Eldritch got his video camera, turned on it's night vision, and Harlock and I prepared to duel. ...okay, when I say prepared I actually mean Harlock whipped out his bokken in one smooth movement, and held it in the start position, where as I just stood there trying not to impale myself on mine. Following the ancient tradition of idiots everywhere, I actually attempted to attack him, and in one swift thrust, he ended the fight. Humbled, but not defeated, I challenged him again, and this time I lasted maybe twenty seconds before he slashed me across the neck, and had we been using real swords, beheaded me. Realizing that I was no match for him, and that my windpipe hurt, I gave the bokken to Eldritch, who was practically jumping up and down with excitement. The epics of his battle with Harlock are forever lost on the world, since when he handed me the video camera, he neglected to tell me how to record. At the end though, Eldritch was on the ground disarmed, with Harlock's sword at his neck. When he found out it wasn't recorded, suddenly, he had "almost beat him" and it was "total luck". Riiiiiiight. We headed in and played a game of "Settlers of Catan", which Eldritch had brought up. Well, me and Harlock played, Nova just watched, Tucker wrapped around his head like some of parasite. I ended up winning, with the biggest army AND road. Nova suddenly came to life, and began regaling us with stories of his past. We talked about OHR, the community, and just random shit till 3:30 in the morning, where I realized I was about to fall asleep on my feet, and bade the room good night. PS: Harlock told us that many of you OHRer's from the channel would be calling the house. The only person who actually did was Scyree, and he was using a shitty Internet site for free long distance which was very messed up. It repeated whatever I said back, and I misheard Scyree's name twice as "Sky Reeve". Since I didn't know who I was talking to, and I'm not still not sure now, sorry Scyree. OHR House, Day 2- After writing up yesterday's events, I waited around for the rest of OHR House to get up. Around midday my Uncle Rex demanded they get up, since he had to get back to Chicago the same day. The plan for today was to go get supplies, since we were running short of everything but ramen. So I went around the rooms, yelling for people to get up. Eldritch and Harlock were no problem, Eldritch claiming he didn't need any sleep at all, and proceeding to shoot around the house like a toddler on crack. Nova took the combined efforts of all the members of OHR House to get up. He'd been awake with Eldritch until 6 am the following day, doing who knows what. So after we all basically dragged him out of bed, he proceeded to spend a whole damn hour in the bathroom. That's right, an hour. We thought that he had passed out in the shower. Finally we left, only to turn back around and go back because Nova had forgotten the bus ticket he and Harlock needed to get their bags. After an uneventful ride we arrived back at the bus station, and lo! There were Harlock's bags! So Harlock argued with the clerk and confirmed the identify of the bag's owner, while me and Nova bought breakfast. Freezer burned ice cream. Yum. So then we piled back into the car and headed for the local Wal-Mart, where we proceeded to get carts and start throwing stuff in. The only problem was that Harlock and Nova's cart managed to entirely miss the food aisles, so after many journeys of my own, I managed to find Harlock, looking slightly forlorn, with a cart full of items thrown in at whim. He told me that Nova had run off with the glint of madness in his eyes. Whateverness. So I led him to the food area, and we proceeded to pack the cart with food. Meeting up with Eldritch while we were in there, he was stocking up on flavored, carbonated water. Hey, whatever floats your boat. So we all headed out to find the lost Nova, and after several circles of the store, we did find him, with a box of blond hair coloring in his hand. Madness indeed. Eldritch, determined to usurper Nova's position as the OHR House Cook, demanded that we go to another store, a grocery store, and buy foods he could cook with. After some grumbling by my Uncle Rex, we went to Village Market, kind of a generic food store, and proceeded to buy almost 50 dollars worth of groceries, most of which we'll never need. Eldritch, also bought several packs of cake mix, claiming that he would make us all a cake. Anyway, my Uncle Rex was getting pretty cheesed off at having to drive us everywhere, and to save time, I volunteered to just pay for everything myself. As soon as I did this however, mysterious items began appearing in the cart, including, and I am not making this up, Blueberry juice. It's in the fridge right now, and no one will admit to buying it. We arrived back at the House, and my Uncle Rex, with an insane laugh, took off for Chicago, leaving us alone for the next 24 hours. We talked for awhile, and then decided to watch some Ranma, only to realize watching Nova go through the mental pain of deciding to color his hair or not was much more fun. There was also a horrible discover made, Tucker the Trucker doll had escaped! He's been circling around the house all day, uttering things like "Praise Jesus" and "Harlock, come out and give me some." Harlock's attempts to run the demon thing through with his blade have all been unsuccessful, as it appears to have the quickness of a ninja. Were beginning to think Doc Shizuma has possessed it. Finally Harlock just put a magical seal on the house, which will hopefully keep Tucker at bay. Eldritch brought out his vast collection of Vampire: The Masquerade books, and has set about us, wanting us to create characters and start a campaign. While we started reading through his books, Eldritch took the time to bake a cake. But not just any cake. You see, he kinda forgot to make sure we had the right kind of pans, so he's attempting to make a cake in a giant mixing bowl, laughing insanely all the way. After baking for several times mor then the box told him too, the cake still had a gooey center, which Eldritch cut out and then attempted to hide by using an entire 5 dollar box of frosting on his creation. I wouldn't touch the demon thing, but Harlock and Nova both had a bite and claimed it was "pretty good", though no amount of conjoling would get them to take another bite. Harlock was dead tired from yesterday, and though determined to play D&D, he had all ready finished his character several hours before Nova and I did. I was taking my time, since I've never played a game where we all vampires, and Nova was more interested in making a character out of Tucker the Trucker, who at this point, was throwing rocks at the magical shield, which made pinging noises. Finally Harlock told us to wake him if we played, and went to bed around 7 pm. As soon as he was out, Nova started to apply his hair coloring, (Did I mention he's never done this before?) and Eldritch went off with the video camera in hand, taking inane videos. I was busy trying to convince Nova that coloring his hair was a good idea, so I noticed only to late that Eldritch had gone outside. Within seconds Tucker was in the house again, giggling evilly. He had gone into hiding, so after I gave Eldritch twenty lashes for his foolishness, we summoned up our ninja skills and waited for the demon doll to show itself. Nova managed to do this while still doing all the hair pampering techniques required by the box. Silence. Maybe Tucker had just wanted to get back in, maybe...then we heard Tucker's giggle again, and remembered that Harlock was asleep. We burst into the room, and sure enough, there was Tucker about to do something dastardly to Harlock. Harlock would be find of course, he always sleeps with his blade, but with all of us in the room, some one other then Tucker was probably gonna end up dead. Nova reacted quickly, using the perfumed smell of ass coming from his hair to distract the doll, then grabbing it by it's feet and whipping it out the door. We ran for it, as Harlock rose, eyes still closed, his warrior spirit all ready unsheathing his sword. We managed to close the door, just as we heard a number of dull thumping noises. We'd find this morning that he had left a number of cuts in the door, all where are necks would of been, a half second earlier. With that, we tied up Tucker, Eldritch announced he was going to bed, and me and Nova stayed up past midnight, myself working on my character, Nova playing Perfect Dark and letting the hair stuff do it's work. His hair is now a mosaic of colors, ranging from pure white on the sides, to a golden orange at the back. I just hope he doesn't shave his head. And now, the part you've all been waiting for. Who called OHR House today? FyreWulff- Called and told me how he couldn't come, and was treated to all the OHR House members talking to him. Steve- Called and asked for Harlock. Jsang- Thanks for calling buddy, but please don't actually think were going to be accepting a collect call from Nova Scotia. Jazz- Remember people, if your going to call, don't call at midnight, were all gonna be asleep. OHR House, Day 3- Well, I'm sorry to report that someone has left our number. That's right. Satan left this morning, crying. Nova made him take the pancakes back four times, something about them not being "sinfully good". With the leave of the OHR Demon, I frankly don't know how were going to survive, since after Eldritch's "cake" incident, he's been banned from the kitchen. Were thinking about playing D&D until we summon up another demon of hell that can cook. Nova has arisen to occasion, by bravely stepping forward as the next OHR Cook. Of course, we had to drag him out of bed first. Nova had gone to bed around 6 am again, early enough so that Harlock ran into him when he got up. At midday we decided he'd slept long enough, and dragged his punk ass out of bed. Well...tried to anyway. He was curled up with Tucker, and no amount of yelling and bokken poking would get those two apart. We finally gave in and let Eldritch make some ramen. With the ninja fire department on speed dial, we managed to stop Eld from torching what's left of the house. After breakfast, Harlock took control of the laptop, and the OHR House game is officially started! That's right, now all of you underage slackers who were to lazy to come can live the adventure! Well, eventually. One laptop+four guys with different viewpoints=Slow work. It's coming along though. The heat today was intense, well into the 90ies, but Harlock was determined to teach the ways of blade. So we tramped out to the yard, and he instructed us. By us I mean myself and Eldritch, Nova was using up all the hot water taking hour-long showers, and was now attempting to shave. A process that was taking him several hours to do. Though I have to admit, his skin IS baby smooth. After Harlock told us the basics, we got down to sparring. Harlock of course beat the hell out of us, and Eldritch is a bit of a natural. Me? I'm clumsy as hell with the bokken. I've gotten defeated so many times my ancestors must be spinning in their graves with shame. Nova is by far the best trainee. When he finally came out, he thomped the shit out of all comers. He swings his bokken hard and fast, and left many a welt. Harlock attempted to show us some more complicated attack moves, and succeeded in almost ripping my right arm off. A useful move indeed. When we came back in, the phone was ringing off the hook. It's odd, almost everyone who calls wants to speak to Harlock. His cult following in OHR leads me to believe that he's planning some sort of mass takeover of the house. Frankly, I don't care, as long as they bring some decent chefs with them. Speaking of which, Eldritch has been spilling ramen, cokes, juice, and various food items all day, leaving the living room a mess. Most of us have taken to wearing shoes around the house, except Eld, who claims he's got foot pads made of steel. I don't care what their made of, he's leaving a trail everywhere he goes. Nova took it upon himself to make dinner, and we ended up with a rather tasty pizza. It was a early night for us. Most of the house settled down and went to bed around 9. As I'm writing this, Nova's been asleep for almost 14 hours, poor Tucker held tight by his huge ass cheeks. I fear for both their souls. Who called OHR House today? Ralfo- Thanks for the call. Um...woot. SmokeDog- Woo! Your recipe for steamed racoon was great. OHR House, Day 4- Nova managed to sleep 16 hours before we finally forced him up, for we had much to do. After posting the update (on the old board), and having breakfast (ramen), we gathered ourselves and prepared for another trip to Wal-Mart, this time with the intention of mailing Harlock's letters and getting Nova's film developed. Little did we know, the Man was waiting for us, and was going to use every move he had to stop OHR House. This time though, I was armed with a secret weapon. That's right, the video camera. Entering the store, video camera on, we headed to the film developing center, a 5 by 10 rectangle in the middle of the electronics section. Nova opted for the hour service, and after handing over his film, we started going through the gaming "zone". (Those wacky Wal-Marters! Thinking that something’s cool if you add zone to the end if it! Ha ha!) Opening magazines, going through boxes, video taping bewildered people were all the order of the day. I snagged Caesar III and both Fallouts for 10 bucks a piece, and Dragon Warrior 3 for $30. When I was up at the counter paying for the stuff, I started filming my purchase, and the suddenly the woman at the register got very nervous. She's all like; "You can't video tape in here sir." Why? "Um...because you might be spys for K-Mart? Really? K-Mart is hiring underage fanboy workers to get the dirt on Wal-Mart? "What? No, no. I mean, I'm not implying that your a spy, I'm just..." No Miss, your actually right. I AM a spy for K-Mart. I am surprised you could tell. Your ninja skillz must be truly l33t. "Um...thank you sir. Could you turn off the camera now?" Certainly. So I went back to the guys and told them of this odd turn of events. Harlock dismissed the idea, saying that Wal-Mart didn't have the resources to inforce it. As one, we turned toward the woman who had warned me, and indeed, she was using her walk talkie. Then Nova said something that struck fear into our hearts. "Wal-Mart Ninjas" Yes, Wal-Mart Ninjas, famed brothers of the Baggage ninja clan, who caused Harlock and Nova's luggage to arrive so late. We looked at each other, and then Harlock said slowly, "We should head to toy aisles and get what footage we can before they attack." We moved quickly through the aisles, avoiding worried looking Wal-Mart employees who appeared at every corner. Lucky for us that Harlock had taught us some of the ninja arts, and a insane laugh and a smokebomb make us all appear deep within the toy aisles. We had to deal with the shoddy armaments that they had their, mostly plastic weapons and cow boy hats. But we were all prepared when the loud speaker blared out the hated name of the devil himself, "Store Manager Gerrard, please go to the Toy Aisle." The very mention of his name would have sent shivers through the hardest of warriors. Harlock told us to summon up our ki, and we waited. He appeared in front of us, great storm clouds billowing about him, eyes red and mocking, with a body that could easily rip the very fabric of reality apart. In a voice like that of a coffin slamming, he intoned, "WHAT MORTALS DARE VIDEO TAPE THIS DAMNED PLACE? ARE YOU SPAWN OF THE HATED K-MART?" Are weapons melted into puddles of plastic at his voice, and Eldritch would of turned and ran for it, had he thought that it would do any good. Are eyes were suddenly compelled to look upward, and there they were, hundreds of them, thousands of them. The Wal-Mart Ninjas, in their blue gi's, watching us. It took great strength to continue video taping, for I knew we would surely die, and even Harlock seemed to doubt the odds. But then a figure stepped forth, shining with an inner light, he walked up to the man-demon, and said in the voice that could bring heart to the most pathetic of men, "Excuse me, but how much is this pirate hat?" The demon Gerrard blinked, staring at Nova, and then said, "IT IS BUT $6.66. FOR THE ITEM YOU HOLD IS A BLUE LIGHT SPECIAL." The spell broken, Harlock stepped forth, his own energies causing the ninjas to edge away, and he intoned, "Oh demon, we have come on a vacation, and are merely filming a home video." Gerrard watched us for a moment, and then turned on his hooves, and walked away, leaving smoldering holes in the floor after him. "ALL RIGHT THEN. ENJOY YOUR TIME AT WAL-MART." With those words, he disappeared, and a swirl of leaves came down on us. Looking up, we weren't surprised to see that the ninjas to, had vanished. With the permission of the store's Elder Demon, we were free to video tape with impunity. A demand by an employee to stop, would bring about us intoning the name of demon, and would cause the employees to shrink back into the shadows, derived of there prey. Still, they were determined to harass us in little ways. Nova's film was taking much longer then an hour to develop, so we went magic item hunting. I picked a rather handsome "Jesus Fish" ring, which gives a 73% chance of protecting against any Religious Freak, and granted me a new tech, "Jesus Fist" which deals holy damage. Eldritch picked up an Amulet of Esuna, claiming that he needed the extra energy to fight evil. Nova grabbed a necklace that bestowed +1 to drunkenness. Harlock didn't get anything, telling us that if he picked up any more charms they’d start counteracting each other. Don't believe him? Check out his "Heavenly Acorn Sword", it's brimming with magical energy. We headed to a McDonalds inside Wal-Mart for a bite to eat. On the menu was a plaque engraved with, "Smiles are Free". Nova's attempts to ask for a smile and then demand a receipt went unvideotaped, as the lady behind the counter became very offended when we tried too. She wasn't even that ugly. Heading back to the Photo Area, I filmed Nova getting his pictures! Joy! But before we left, I asked Nova to check to make sure they were his. We settled into some chairs on display, and opened up the film bag. Lo and behold! They weren't his! Instead we were treated to pictures of teenage girls in bikinis and a rather disturbing one of a man dressed in nothing intertubes! Dispite some people's attempts to make Nova keep the pictures, (Ahem) he returned them, and we finally got the correct film. After Harlock dropped off his letter at the local Post Office, we headed back to the house. Nova was intent on showing me a screenshot of his game Saga. So despite the cost of getting online I did anyway, only to be beset by IMs. People were asking where the third day of OHR House was. And checking the boards revealed that PK had decided, in the middle of OHR House and the 168 Hour Contest, to change the boards. Why he didn't leave the old one still up for people to look at confuses me greatly. What does this mean? It means that we never had a chance to read any of your posts about OHR House. Not Chenzi's recipes, not your comments on how you wanted to go, nothing. PK didn't bother to save them. Far be it for me to damn him, but I feel that PK choose a poor time indeed to do something so trivial as change the format of the board. Anyway, after I signed on and reposted Day 3, we posted a picture of the OHR House Members showing their displeasure. To bad most of you will never see the cute picture of Nova and Tucker, curled up together, which was in the original post. Anyway, after the guys managed to calm me down, (What would you do, if a string about your event got deleted without you being able to read it?) we hung out and talked about games, resulting in the mandatory FF argument, (Which no one won. It's pointless.) Harlock and Nova got into the wine, and after a rather small amount, Nova went nuts. Harlock was his normal self, but poor Nova was stumbling around, using his staff for support. After videotaping him attacking a tree, which he claimed was "The Man" we talked about deep stuff, with Nova uttering "Honk" to end his sentences. Harlock spoke of heroism, and we were all deep in thought and awe of the universe. Of course, it was one in the morning, at this point, your either drunk or in stupor. ...or IRC. Anyway, we were all outside, when it suddenly hit us to film a live action RPG. And thus, Harlock's Adventure has begun! Starring Harlock as the fighter and hero of the story, Eldritch as his faithful black mage sidekick and Nova as every single monster and NPC in the game! Filmed by me, of course. The project is moving like OHR House, The Game. Slowly, but with much enthusiasm. This action packed day of OHR House finally ended at about 3 am. Who called OHR House today? Good question. We were called twice by a mysterious person who spoke English rather poorly. If you'd like to identify yourself, by all means do. OHR House, Day 5- The final day started in the afternoon, we all got up really late and groggy. Harlock wandered around the house like a Nosfertu, and he smelled like one too. It was then I realized that Harlock and Nova hadn't had clean clothes for two days. So we gathered up our dirty clothes and headed out to the laundry mat. Well, all of us but Eldritch. He was bound and determined to beat Persona. Again. So we headed down to Bangor, (Say it with me, BANG-HER) and after circling the town a few times, we finally found it. The building loomed before us, a tasteless pale yellow building made of spakal. It radiated a evil aura. At least that's what Harlock told us, and indeed, when we entered the temperature increased by twenty, turning this harmless place of business into a sweltering inferno. Wary figures, trolls and ogres by the look of them, watched us, their various assortment of arms, tentacles, and claws, clutching onto bag of dirty clothes. We made our way to two empty machines, and it was then that I found out that Harlock lacks any skills with a washing machine! And so did I! In fact the only person who had any damn idea of what he was doing was Nova, who proudly showed us how to turn the machine on, and then was engulfed into a vortex that tore his mortal form to shreds. No, I lie. He actually bought detergent out of a machine, (That had a pull knob which require ten men of hearty stature to pull) threw in his clothes, and then did the same for Harlock. Me? Other then being there to videotape, I had also noticed that I lacked but a single pair of clean socks for the next day. So I tossed them in with Harlock's stuff. Machines running, we leaned against the walls and relaxed. The heat was intense, so I went to look a the soda machine, only to realize that it was actually covering up a secret dungeon! Using my detect hidden ability, I could tell that someone, (and not a very clever someone), had push the soda machine in front of a doorway, and that light from torches could be seen from the cracks. What was inside? Who knows. After I told Harlock and Nova, are attempts to enter were thawted by the old crone who ran the place, telling us that we'd need, "A virgin with skin like new fallen snow". Damn it, where's Eldritch when you need him?! We returned to our washing machines, only to make a horrific discovery. There was a tank cockroach in front of Nova's! The fearsome creature's make up for their slow speed and agility with 530 Hp! Without weapons, the fearsome foe would surely take us. We cowered back, afraid that the creature might attack at any moment, when the fearsome hag who owned the place appeared, took one look at the bug, and crushed it under her high heel. In awe, we realized that she was actually a transformed silver dragon. Nova spent the rest of our time there attempting to buy he shoes, which would of increased his attack by 50. But the crone of the laundry mat became irritated and cast a hex on him. Were not sure what it did, but I do know what Nova has been going to the bathroom every few minutes. Our clothes cleaned and dried, we gathered them up. Only I was to find that one of my socks was missing. I cast my eyes about, fear coursing icy through my veins that a Dryer Gnome had stolen it, when I saw it, fallen under the washing machine. Just great. I know have one clean, one dirty sock. We returned to the house, tired, but ready to continue our adventure. We roused Eldritch from Persona, I grabbed the video camera, and at last, it was time to film the movie to end all movies. "Adventures in the land of ROTFL"! This was hampered by the fact that everyone of my actors is a god-dammed pre-madonna. We got out to the fields, with Harlock complaining of bees stinging him, Nova with his hakama, constantly falling about his knees, and Eldritch whining that he looked like a pimp. (Okay. That last one was a valid complaint, but you try throwing together a black mage costume with no budget.) After filming the opening scenes, all better then the highest quality FMV Squaresoft could ever put out, we headed down to the lake, for the airship scene. The bugs went nuts, attacking us and attempting to eat Eldritch's pimp hat. Though we gained mass exp from fighting them, it was still annoying. We made it to the lake, and everyone got on the airship, (That's right. A real airship. Yeah.) and then we filmed the most tragic scene in movie history. I won['t ruin it for you, but trust me, when it comes to threaters, there isn't going to be a dry pair of eyes in the house. The classic clash between good and evil, and the ending credits were a snap after that, and the "Adventures in the land of ROTFL" just needs to be taken back to Florida with Harlock, who knows Steven Spielbergs uncle's, half step daughter. So we got the inside connection. Shortly after filming was done, I am sad to report that Eldritch left. His Mom came and picked him up. For the ride we had on Saturday to Chicago wasn't quite large enough to fit him, so we bid him fond farewell and proceeded to go about partying. Nova, thrilled with Eldritch finally away from the cooking stove proceeded to cook everything in sight. Though unique, his creations were...well...they weren't bad per se, I mean, after eating Eldritch's cooking even dirt has it's merit. So after watching some tv, (the first time we did all week), we settled into bed, and prepared for a long day of traveling tomorrow. Thus ends, the last day of OHR House. Who called today? Shizuma- Thanks for feeling so guilty that you had to call again. I hope your phone bills through the roof, you sneaky ninja. Pope John Paul II- Thanks for the call, your eminence, but we were kinda busy watching the late late show. OHR House, Day 6- In case your wondering, the last, last day of OHR House was when Harlock, Nova and I headed to Chicago. After being hastled trying to get money for their tickets back to New Orleans, we took the three hour drive back. We amused ourselves by reading through a tabloid magazine, and making Nova take picture's of everything even remotely amusing. He used up half his film on a car that had "Got Milk?" on it. The driver was a rather helfy black woman, who looked ready to start firing at other cars. We got to my house, where Harlock promptly scared my brother and sister. No matter, after a quick check of the bus shecdule, we headed to Chicago, and got in line for our tickets. After making sure they had them, I headed home, and this ended OHR House. And now, here's some stuff Harlock and Nova typed up before they left. OHR House : A Retrospective on Lethargy, LOL, and Loser-liness by Harlock Hero, the Ronin with the Mysteriously Long Fingernails Night has more or less fallen as night always does on the last official day of OHR House 2001, and whilst Nova cooks up a kingly feast of ramen, blag, pasta, bleef, chicken, beer, wine, ale, mead, honey, biscuits, cakes, and pizza, CN has humbly requested that I do a write-up on what I thought of the first annual OHR House. And verily, I have done so. For those nay-sayers who assumed that the event would be naught but nerdly computer folk sitting around in awkward silence, I say "Bah" to you. The only moment that could come close to being classified as awkward was when we first stepped off the bus, and rode 2 or 3 miles in almost total silence after first introductions. Eldritch, fortunately, soon broke the silence talking about Vampire: The Masquerade, and the overall l33tness of the True Brujah clan, and their bonuses to psyonic talents. From then on, entertainment was never at a stand-still. The various personalities of all four of the gathered members were more than enough to fuel conversation’s lasting well into the night, and twice into the wee hours of the morning. Whether it was Nova going off about his familial situation, doing a jig in the foyer, or sitting in the corner yelling "HONK LOL ROFL :P:P:P:P:P:P:P:p :P:p:P;P;P:p:pp:oP!!!"; Eldritch continuing for hours about his own life, and pen-and-paper RPGs, burning cakes and cooking up ramen; me teaching the most basic swordfighting techniques and lurching about in Elder Lich mode, or CN lamenting about the grand task of reviewing, or yelling at Eldritch like a Mississippi slave driver, a fun time was had by all. With more people here next year, we can expect an even more dynamic experience. However, this is entirely dependent on you people in the community taking the initiative to arrive. Gone are the days of the feeble excuses, "It'll never happen anyway." or "It'll just be an awkward gathering. Internet companions can't get along in real life." The events that have transpired in the last 5 days stand as a testament to the very basic ideas behind the OHR community. Turning ideas into reality. Months ago in IRC when the idea first arose, and Chaos Nyte humbly piped up about the existence of his summer house, everyone was excited, and most all questioned expressed their desire to go. Along the way, however, something happened, as it usually does, and now only 4 people are sitting in this house. This is, for all intents and purposes, inexcusable lethargy. A few of you might have had valid excuses for not coming ((i.e - J'sang's living 1500 miles away and being 15(?) years old, Ralfo's forced trip to Virginia, and most anyone in Canada under the age of 16-17)), but the majority of the reason for not coming on this journey was simply because you "didn't feel like it", or thought "it'll suck anyway :P". The liberal usage of :P tends to act as a tell-tale sign that the real meaning behind this brand of reasoning is that you're lazy and don't take what you're doing in the community seriously. Quite frankly, its a poor attitude, and one that is non-conducive to the continuance of the community in general. Right now, those of you who know that I'm talking about you are probably getting uptight and defensive, ranting that "it's inconvenient! I live hours away! A whole day's journey even!!". This is not an excuse. Both Novakaiser and I traveled over 1500 miles to reach our destination and during the route dealt with violent baggage clerks, lost luggage, and a tightly confined bus. Not only that but weeks, and possibly months of preparation went into arranging the journey. Note now that both Nova and I are arguably some of the laziest people in the community ((with the possible exception of Dr. Shizuma, who doesn't even exist in the Prime Material Plane 40% of the time)). If we can manage to raise the menial $200 ((most of which was for tickets and wandering vagrants asking for money... both of which would be negated if one took their own car)), and arrange on our own ((no parents)) the trip all the way across the United States, then there exists no real excuse for 90% of you who expressed interest in coming and then backed out at the last moment. Hopefully, our efforts will have not been in vain, and will have pioneered the path for future OHR House gatherings consisting of more than 4 community members. If it doesn't... oh well, we still had fun. Now that important rant is out of the way, I'll stamp OHR House with Harlock's Official Stamp of L33t Endorsement +3. A good idea, executed as well as it could be executed that was enjoyed by all who attended. I trust you'll see from the pictures and video files that we've collected from our travels that the journey here was far from a waste of time and money, and be inspired to make the journey yourself next time. With more people here, the idea behind this event could possibly become the most important annual event in the OHR Community ((as opposed to the Fan Art Contest, and the 48 Hour Contest)), but again it's all dependent on you guys. Here's an essential breakdown of things: Option One: Sit in IRC, type "I wonder how the OHR House guys are doing :P I bet they're really bored up there, LOL", and then go to bed, only to wake up the next day and continue to perpetuate the cycle. Option Two: Smash through the intense and blinding fog of routine and blogliness and experience once in a while a change in scenery, pace, and lifestyle. Hardly a contest, is it? Look at me, I'm ranting at you people again. Oh well... I trust from what you see and hear about the event that I've done my job in that department. I'll end with a small technical overview of things so you can know what to expect when you show up next year: The House The house was well-furnished with nice soft, cushy, yay ROFL couches and even orange chairs straight from the 1970s. There are, contrary to popular belief, no large holes in the floor or walls, and most things in the house are in a general state of good repair. Bedrooms are spacious, so sleeping arrangements were "Luneknight" for 4 people, and in the case of 15 people might be reduced to "Superior". ((This is on the Harlockian Scale of Jesus - Inferior - Poor - Bad - Average - Good - Great - Wonderful - Superior - Pants - Luneknight)) Note also that the house is in a general state of constant renovation and there are plans to actually have another room entirely added to the house by this time next year. The People Chaos Nyte is not a lecherous old man with a musty and semen-soaked collection of smut magazines. He is, in fact, a rather pleasant, talkative, and easy-to-get-along-with person. Someone I'd associate with by choice in everyday life. He also provides constant amusement with his violent berating of Eldritch (("What the fuck is wrong with you?! What the fuck are you doing to the cake you goddamn idiot!? Fuck...")). Eldritch was exactly how I imagined him. He speaks almost entirely in terms of RPGs ((computer, console, and pen-and-paper)), and spills most everything, but was nice and also easy to get along with. He is also not a child molester. CN's Uncle Rex is also not a child molester, although he does have a scary bald head and always looks like he's going to punch you in the face. ((He's the one who picked us up from the bus station. Nice guy.)) CN's Dad's Friend Joe was especially l33t in his laid-backed-ness and the fact that he drove everywhere. Thanks, Joe. That's more or less all you need to know. Now that you have no excuse, show up next year. If you don't, then "Bah", "ROFL" and "Honk" unto you. Harlock grows sleepy now. Harlock gives the laptop to Nova. Goodnight. An Essentially Useless Rant by Novakaiser, resident advisor to those among drunks and Prince of Jellies. Hello. Novakaiser here, emitting intense blagginess to all those around me. Yay. Well, not really, but I have nothing much to say. Harlock already created a splendid article covering all aspects of OHRhouse as well as the despicable laziness and apathetic attitudes coming from the community, and Chaos Nyte worked hard on giving a day-by-day breakdown of the events which occurred in the past week. There probably isn't anything else I could possibly explain or go into that my feeble grammatical skills will allow. Actually, I could tell you all about the horrors of this house and how horrendous the trip and my experiences were and - ah, fuck it. It seemed like a good idea at the time... CN wanting me to contradict what everyone else said. No matter, the trip was still a monumental but essential one nonetheless. |
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