VOICES blurred and incoherent, swirling in vortex loch
Irons’ cries cannot reach Wrk;
Adminstrations fall apart; the Pfhorums cannot hold;
Brainless listing grips the community,
The youthful tide is loosed, and everywhere
The pride of Marathon is drowned;
The best, exhausted, have all 4GOTten, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely TGI:B is at hand.
The Gray Incident! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image from JFO
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the forests of Minnesota
A shape with a bulbous nose and daggers for teeth,
Eyes lidded and craw full of Mariusnet meat,
Is slowly texturing its floors, while all about it
Fly protestant posts of vulturing mappers.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That six months of stony stillness
Were vexed to nightmare by semester’s end,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Simplici7y to be born?
As a member of other ancient gaming communities, ray helps keep track the competition’s ways and means, thereby providing valuable tactical information used to keep Mararthon as unpopular as possible. A few days ago he found this echo in ZZT of our own recent events:
<ray> those zzt motherfuckers are stealing our material
<ray> see http://zzt.belsambar.net/
<ray> of course the people claiming that are the same ones that strangled zzt to death by being obnoxious and insular
<ray> parallels? none
On a related note, tehwastedjamacan has recently gifted us with some Pfhorums downtime by posting his rendition of the Pfhorums, here hosted on imageshack and scaled down significantly from its original resolution. Downloading the original took several minutes to squeeze the behemoth image through appleswitch’s connection, effectively preventing all Pfhorums access for the duration — and again, ray took advantage of the situation, always watchful for ways to strangle Marathon to death.
<@treellama> 12 wgets to 4get
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Epilogue:
appleswitch@mac.com: S7 and Pfhorums are now on a symmetric 50 Mbps pipe.
I guess at least something good came out of this.
Now that MARARTHON has officially taken its own life, there are a few things I’d like to get off my chest. I mean, they’ve bothered me for something like a year. That’s a long time if you think about it. (Also, I have the gift of Bourbon, so truth is coming more naturally to me at the moment.)
(Try to read between the lines a little bit more)
Patrick: W’rknmiah 4:23-27
Hotmodal beheld the traxus wiki,
And, loch, mararthon’s status was dead and dying;
And the name servers, and they had n0×9B5:TERMISFORBIDDEN
Hotmodal beheld the peacks, and, loch, they had prahblums.
And all the colours of the friggin’ rainbow had freely bled.
Hotmodal beheld, and, loch, there were no pfhorums,
And all the pigeons of infinitys were fled.
Hotmodal beheld, and, loch, simplici7y was a wilderness,
And all the maps thereon were taken down
At the presence of THE LORD,
and before His fierce 4GETfulness.
For thus saith THE LORD:
The whole community shall be ruined;
Yet RyokoTK will do it single-handedly.
SURPRISE! A special emergency JUICEcast 3 for all you JFOers. Good luck with this one.
Note (6/11/2008): I dug up the ridiculously huge original recording, which had the voices in one channel and the music in the other. I made the music at the end a little softer, so now you can at least hear what we’re saying. I think this makes JC3 somewhat listenable again—although still I can’t vouch for the actual content.
It used to be called “Rejects.” Maybe the CLIQUE can have some fun with this stuff. Maybe not.
