The party started with some great tunes, an eclectic mix of guests, and a decent venue. Fed managed to attract some decent players to the dance floor and succeeded in annoying all his neighbours in the process with both the volume of his sound system, and the loud talking of some of his guests.
During it's brief evening of entertainment, the Head of the party experienced the attentions of the local police force more than once, while one of the main party animals was hauled away for the long stretch in chokey. They frequently managed to annoy prominent members of the local community, and the arguments on the front garden were a sight to behold.
But in recent weeks, it's become more and more obvious that the party has been winding down as some of the more prominent and well known party members had long passed out on the beds upstairs, while others wandered away to other parties, and attempts to shanghai random passers by into the party were not really appreciated by the local community.
So Fed has done what any self-respecting party organiser does when the punch goes a bit flat - he heads off to another party convincing the weary bored remaining party goers to follow him (Claiming this is what he intended all along The Hack expects). In his wake he leaves an annoyed local populace, a pile of crushed beer cans, and some members of spork sobbing into an almost empty beer class about how their squad was finally broken - for this..
No-one knows whether Fed will keep his personal party going in BS as there's some strong characters there waiting for him - and it's for them to say whether they will take kindly on Fed's occasional need to get drunk, naked, and compare lengths......
Quote of the week
Other Newsspideycw wrote:QUOTE (spideycw @ Jan 17 2010, 04:19 PM) I needed all 15k of those aleph res 3's as it was the only way to ensure Fuzz didn't escape!
The Hack's local drinking hole was last week invaded by a number of people who weren't regulars. They sat at the tables twitching and muttering things like "Attack Miners!", "Defend Base!" and "Base Captured!". As he gazed upon these sad, pale, twitchy individuals, The Hack was moved to inquire as to who they are.
It appears that they were all pilots in the sector that were grounded for a period of time last week due to software and hardware foul-ups in the head Navigation and Pay infrastructure systems. This meant that no-one was able to launch (unless they were willing to fly the prototype ships coming out of development).
The Hack pursued the head admin's office for comment, but the only reply he received was "$#@! off you whiskey soaked loser" from TE's personal PA.
The Hack sloped off, hot tears of shame cascading from his cheeks towards a local bar news-gathering joint, and gleaned much rumour information, especially from an eight-legged creature claiming to work in law.
So - following arachnid advice - The Hack would categorically like to state that the Eye of the Tiger was NOT wandering towards various women who were not his Swedish supermodel of a wife. The equipment failures had NOTHING TO DO with said wife getting loose with a Golf Club near the equipment. And The Hack would like to CATEGORICALLY DENY he has heard rumours that the Tiger's eye is going to be short of money in the coming year.
News In Brief..Will be back next issue as The Hack is beginning to feel the effects of that Martian brandy..
