08-06-2005, 06:10 AM
I will note that, from this point on, this recount does not reflect the opinions of any of the perpetrators involved, and is simply a recollection of my own thoughts and actions of the time. Laughter and variety are some of the spices of life, so I would hope we can all look back and enjoy different events for what they are.
And thus, =-=}][MoH][{=-= was born, with perhaps the ugliest tag the internet has ever seen. Whilst I was under the alias Mp, Chentvin shortly joined along with a few other talented players. The potential was there for greatness, for perfection, but alas, the good die young. Our valiant leader quickly hamstrung the clan, and MoH was left in a battered and broken state. I did not have the heart to face those troubled times, so I departed, and sought new adventures in new lands. As the elder months of summer approached, a new player emerged from among the teeming, mildly-stupid masses. It was the lovely player GRITS. This courageous gal, in all likelihood, does not think that anyone remembers (other than perhaps reb) the time or place of her very humble origins, but alas, we cannot all be so lucky. However, I quickly realized I had been deceived by her charming exterior; moments after our meeting, she launched into a brutal and vicious hostile takeover of the arena monopoly, shoving the NOH servers aside without a second thought. I tried to dissuade her from partaking in the power struggle, but all reason was lost on her, as actual admins began to actually administrate the arena server she had paid for. Truly horrendous.
During GRITS' mad grab for power along with her second in command, Rebauto, I had joined the clan iQ. If I remember correctly, it was noxious, powered by god, magoo, slasher-186, and I. Did we know what it stood for? No. Did we care? Probably. Forming our merry band of half-wits and hooligans, we really had no idea why we even created the clan, so we decided to try to kick ass and slightly remember names. My only explanation for this trivial endeavor was the bombardment of outside influences. The cool thing to do was be in a clan, and the pressure to do as such permeated the very air, choking and pushing you to foolishly let go of any sense of self and join a greater collective that would eventually break apart as people moved on with their lives whether it be job, family, or education!
More later.
And thus, =-=}][MoH][{=-= was born, with perhaps the ugliest tag the internet has ever seen. Whilst I was under the alias Mp, Chentvin shortly joined along with a few other talented players. The potential was there for greatness, for perfection, but alas, the good die young. Our valiant leader quickly hamstrung the clan, and MoH was left in a battered and broken state. I did not have the heart to face those troubled times, so I departed, and sought new adventures in new lands. As the elder months of summer approached, a new player emerged from among the teeming, mildly-stupid masses. It was the lovely player GRITS. This courageous gal, in all likelihood, does not think that anyone remembers (other than perhaps reb) the time or place of her very humble origins, but alas, we cannot all be so lucky. However, I quickly realized I had been deceived by her charming exterior; moments after our meeting, she launched into a brutal and vicious hostile takeover of the arena monopoly, shoving the NOH servers aside without a second thought. I tried to dissuade her from partaking in the power struggle, but all reason was lost on her, as actual admins began to actually administrate the arena server she had paid for. Truly horrendous.
During GRITS' mad grab for power along with her second in command, Rebauto, I had joined the clan iQ. If I remember correctly, it was noxious, powered by god, magoo, slasher-186, and I. Did we know what it stood for? No. Did we care? Probably. Forming our merry band of half-wits and hooligans, we really had no idea why we even created the clan, so we decided to try to kick ass and slightly remember names. My only explanation for this trivial endeavor was the bombardment of outside influences. The cool thing to do was be in a clan, and the pressure to do as such permeated the very air, choking and pushing you to foolishly let go of any sense of self and join a greater collective that would eventually break apart as people moved on with their lives whether it be job, family, or education!
More later.