Can you believe the Polyvinyl people are on my case about fire codes now? I mean, come on! It's a club! You've got people walking around practically on fire, for goodness' sake! It's just some fun smoke and mirrors... Eh... Okay, and see, there wasn't even any smoke damage. So...sheesh.
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So eh... It seems that due to scheduling conflicts, inter-departmental delays, etc etc, really can't be pinned on any one person...eh... Anyway, if you go into the Zero One archive construct at the moment, you *may* encounter a very slight issue where everyone can kill you. So you might want to avoid the place until that's worked out. I tried to warn people about this, but ehm...actually it seemed to bring more people into the area. So now it's extra dangerous. ...

Anyway, crack teams on it, and so forth... Probably have it worked out in the next 24 hours... Commendations all around, really.

 
... Fortunately, it turned out that they were available for a few hours.
 
Ohh yeah, and I gotta thank P0ul for blazing the trail into Widow's Moor, right in the face of those wild lupines. It looked painful, but got the job done.
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When: ~1 pm-ish, November 8th (that's tomorrow :p)

Where: Club Avalon

Who: Ugly RSIs level 10 and over!

- All-natural! Masks/Disguises/Zombification (nevermind that teaser image...) etc do not count

- 1 male and 1 female winner, to be decided by popular acclaim!

- I reserve veto power (these things can get ugly)

- Winners get these fantastic prizes!

1) Patcher's Headgear (to protect the rest of us)!

2) Your ugly mug plastered over every operative's vidscreen the next day!

3) Jointly decide who everyone else in the club goes home looking like!

Be there, or be attractive!

When: ~3-ish, November 7th (that's tomorrow :p)

Where: Club Avalon

Who: Ugly RSIs level 10 and over!

- All-natural! Masks/Disguises/Zombification (nevermind that teaser image...) etc do not count

- 1 male and 1 female winner, to be decided by popular acclaim!

- I reserve veto power (these things can get ugly)

- Winners get these fantastic prizes!

1) Patcher's Headgear (to protect the rest of us)!

2) Your ugly mug plastered over every operative's vidscreen the next day!

3) Jointly decide who everyone else in the club goes home looking like!

Be there, or be attractive!

When: ~3-ish, November 6th (that's tomorrow :p)

Where: Club Avalon

Who: Ugly RSIs level 10 and over!

- All-natural! Masks/Disguises/Zombification (nevermind that teaser image...) etc do not count

- 1 male and 1 female winner, to be decided by popular acclaim!

- I reserve veto power (these things can get ugly)

- Winners get these fantastic prizes!

1) Patcher's Headgear (to protect the rest of us)!

2) Your ugly mug plastered over every operative's vidscreen the next day!

3) Jointly decide who everyone else in the club goes home looking like!

Be there, or be attractive!

Hey, Depression! Thanks for helping me get that last guy put away. Nice to get that loose end all tied up, you know? Take it easy, and...uh...you might wanna see about hosing off that rooftop once in a while.

Good work keepin' Seraph off those commandos, team! Well, most of them... He may have beat Smith once, but now he's lookin' a little past his prime, if you ask me.

I finally got the key cleaned up, and man, it's a beaut. Now that's craftsmanship. Too bad Morpheus and Neo let the old guy get whacked.

Eh... I'm sure he'll let me take a look at it tomorrow...

As a great man once said to me...

... Uh... I forget.

Anyhoo, the point is that when you have a party in a public space, you've got to follow certain basic procedures to make sure that it doesn't suck. A lot of careful planning and preparation go into these things, and it can be a lot of work to get past that and really get down to some meaningful person-to-person interaction.

And, you know, it's important to remember that people come in all colors and shapes and sizes, and that fortunately we're in a world where these things can be changed to spice them up a bit.

So love your neighbor, pass the cake, stay off really big pipes, and leave the rest to the experts.

For having such sexy suits, Elite Commandos sure are dull. They just stand around staring silently at me with those weird red scopes of theirs as I transport them hither and yon. Yawn! Man, I'm glad I was never in the military.

People! There's no excuse for being sad today--not when there's a ready supply of dancing, cake, and warm bodies full of Valentine's Day cheer at the following clubs:

Syntax: Club Parallaxis (Uriah)
Vector: Club Polyvinyl (Mara)
Recursion: The Sanguine Room (Moriah Projects)

The parties go until the wee hours of Thursday morning, so the only question is: can you last all night?

Syntax:

Vector:

Recursion:

We had a dance contest to heat things up and send winter home with a runny nose, and...uh okay so it's still here, but it's not gonna last much longer, I can tell you that!

Here are the people who got lucky--I mean, had the right stuff!

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Syntax

Dance finalists:

gookin and d4sh
Caillech
ShankerBanker
Sharleene
SAxUltima
xLucyLiu
WKWhiteWizard
Endomorph

Dance champions:

gookin and d4sh

Stick-it-to-winter champion:

Sputnik4

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Recursion

Dance finalists:

NeonAngel
Stryfe09
Davinq
QueenAthena
Aquilae
Jardiniere
EgoKiller
Ettaric

Dance champion:

Ettaric

Stick-it-to-winter champion:

Spartanxx

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Vector

Dance finalists:

y0k0, Bayamos, and Yasamuu
DefinitelyNotZudrag
MathalosVH and TheHostileIntention
6025
Tseng
FemFataleRG

Dance champion:

Tseng

Stick-it-to-winter champion:

6025

WARNING! GRAPHIC IMAGES OF EXTREME HOTNESS FOLLOW!

Syntax:

Recursion:

Vector:

People, I feel the need to warn you about a dire threat to your homes and children--a cruel, icy, lurking menace, yet one harbored in the bosom of the most respected neighborhoods! I'm talking about those twisted spawn of nature's frozen detritus: yes, snow men! Once thought harmless, their true evil nature hath been revealed unto me! We needs must shaketh...

Uh... Hold on, wrong century...

We've got to stand up to this deadly threat! You thought Anome was bad? Hah! Just wait 'til one of those hulking crystalline monstrosities beans you with a basketball-sized ball of ice from forty paces! They're here to kill you all, and take my island! People! They must be melted in their tracks! Even the little ones! Only then can we dance in safety!

Some people have said that I'm prone to panic attacks. That's totally untrue. Nublets often confuse my evasion and distraction techniques for panic. Well, I'll have you know that those maneuvers keep me in one nice handsome piece during, say, attacks on my Center Park island by frickin' gigantic angry snow beasts! Gah!

See? Distraction. Lost you, didn't I?

They say that the holidays are for spending with friends and loved ones; notice how they *don't* mention oh, I don't know, twenty-foot tall snow creatures? Unless you loved them, I guess, but that would be weird... BrrrRrr! I'm shivering just thinking about it! =P

So the zombies tried to escape to the freeway. Fortunately, I was around to save the day. Oh, yeah, some operatives helped, I think. It was all like "bang, bang" "brains, brains" and so forth. Pretty nasty scene. Looks like we got 'em all, though, and it's a good thing, 'cause man, they just could not seem to learn that biting is simply not acceptable in certain social situations. Not to mention rotten flesh--phew!

There are no parties like Halloween parties. Tricks, and treats--oops, that reminds me, I forgot the cake at that last one--and all-around malarkey.

But I swear the helicopter and taxi weren't mine. =P

UPDATE #2: Pictures!

UPDATE: Well peeps, I've got to run. It was a pretty good party, even if it got a little rambunctious from time to time. We laughed, we cried, we sat up to our necks in the pool and pretended we were tiny desert islands.

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Yo! Get your simulated butts down to the pool in the Historic District for the party of the cycle! Beat the heat, hang with the beautiful people, kill some of those Pit Vipers we've been testing sample cheat codes on, and meet yours truly--me!

Lots of me, in fact! Because everyone who shows will get Effectuated! I'm talking flag-flipping for one and all, and an instant RSI makeover as the hottest guy in town--me--for the guys (ladies optional). If you don't think you can handle that kind of heat, then stay out of the pool! Otherwise, why are you wasting your life somewhere else?

Who: You!
What: Party!
When: Now! All finished!
Where: Historic District pool!
Why: Because!

They must'a used a cheat code for that virus. I mean, that's the only way someone could'a got through my construct firewall. Hmph! Anyway, the firewalls are set to block that little loophole now, so they won't be getting in that way again--not that they should want to, if they're smart, seeing as how Ookami made Unlimit fritters out of the ones who got in. And they didn't get close to Beirn anyway, since we just popped him into a different construct when we heard trouble was coming.

So all in all, I guess it didn't go too bad. I got to lead the operatives cleaning up the Unlimits who were snooping for firewall holes in International, and offer a few strategic tips for their edification. I can never tell if they really sink into some of those thick heads of theirs, but I figure if I just keep firing, I'm bound to ricochet some learning into their brain-pans sooner or later.

I know, I know; you guys all think that being able to clone myself at will is the coolest thing in the whole world. But it's not easy being in more than one place at a time, even for me! One of me got a little confused in all the excitement of the assault on the Bathary hardline during Niobe's rescue operation, for instance, and didn't quite get the message to come home to the mothership after we'd saved the day.

Fortunately, I had my buddy Frank, and a lot of other people, come help me track him down. It was nice to be together again, although ironically, I suddenly found myself invited to two separate parties. What a pickle! But I figured I should probably go easy on the cloning thing for a day or so, just to make sure everything was settling in right, so I just had to make sure that in the time I was at each party, I left an impression that would last for a while.

Not everyone could pull something like that off in one night and live to tell about it, but man, I was inspired; maybe it was the lightning playing around my head, or Polyxo's purple boots, or Jac's ability to sulk while in a room full of dancing girls; but whatever it was, I was in fine, unified form, if I do say so myself. It's good to have me back.

Function Decrypt(k,m)

 r = ""
 while (m != ""
 if (m.length < 64)
 c = m
 m = ""
 else
 c = m.substring (0,64)
 m = m.substring (64,m.length)
 if (c % 64 != 0)
 while c.length < 64
 c += '0'
 c = NOT c
 b1 = c.substring(0,32)
 b2 = c.substring(32,64)
 k1 = k.substring(0,32)
 k2 = k.substring(32,64)
 j = 0
 while (j < 32)
 if (j % 2 == 0 )
 b1.charAt(j) = b1.charAt(j) XOR k1.charAt(j)
 b2.charAt(j) = b2.charAt(j) XOR k2.charAt(j)
 j++
 r += right circular shift (b2 + b1)
 return r

Message Edited by Rarebit on 06.16.2006 03:49 PM