When? October 22nd, 10am till 10pm.  Where?  Oh, a little place called Area 51.

Admission = $10
Pizza dinner = YES
Halloween Costumes = Hell yes

Tournaments = TF2 3v3 (Small map, game mode TBD), Video game Decathalon!, Super Smash Brothers Brawl 2v2.

SIGNUPS = BIGRAPLAN!


On a plane home from shivering in China I experienced something remarkable. A familiar presence illuminated right in front of me. 

"Magical walrus of Waldoman?" I asked into the silence. A voice arose inside the confines of my eardrums; "OORRRRRT- - -" the hearty echo resounding to the stretches of my consciousness. Winds of the North Pacific waters somehow now permeate the walls of the plane. The smell of the sea reminiscent of that romantic sunset with Chalupacabra.

Enlightened, I replied, "Where have you been?". Images suddenly invade perception; The first level of Mario. A bike tire being repaired. A drive-up bank teller machine. A baby's umbilical cord. "

“Tubes...” the airline stewardess interrupts, “of c-bacon EZ cheese are only $8.50!” Suddenly it all makes sense. 

The tubes.  Intertubes. The walrus had no internet tubes. Congested tubes, saturated with WoW, torrents, AOL instant messenger, pictures of the mother of that guy right across from you, and five-hundred new fangled games that do not support LAN play. 

Like a greasy cheeseburger made from the mush of young game developer’s hopes and aspirations, EA chokes the veins of the LAN party community, leaving only those with the biggest Tubes to survive.