A VISIT TO THE DELTA FORCE INTERNATIONAL CODING CONFERENCE #2
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WHY NOT TO FORGET TO CHEW GUM IN THE TRAIN
FROM HEIDELBERG TO STUTTGART
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VARIOUS OTHER SUBTITLES THAT ARE SUPERFLUOUS
The following writers contributed to this article. The
editorial staff of ST NEWS wishes to stress the fact that each of
the contributors to this article is responsible for what he has
written. We take no responsibility whatsoever except for which we
have written ourselves.
The contributors to this article as a whole, with exception of
the ST NEWS editorial staff, were (in more or less of an
alphabetical order): 2Stein of ST Connexion (Julian), Abel of
Electra (of the Union now!), Alien of ST Connexion, Armin
Hierstetter (of the German mag "TOS"), Axe of Superior, Big Alec
of Delta Force, Bilbo of Ripper Off, Billy Lakefear (?!), Captain
Headcrash of Total Vision Incorporated, Carnera of NPG, Chaos
Inc. of Delta Force, Chris of Unlimited Matricks (ex-The Garlic
Eaters), Crush of the Menacing Cracking Alliance, Daryl of The
Exceptions, Dbug II of NEXT, Deel of Dynamite Dynastie, Dire of
Animi Dux (Birgir, the Insane Icelander), Dogue de Mauve of the
Overlanders, Dr. Death of Light, DTX Sync of Legacy, Duke of The
Respectables (Der Große Dumme), EVE of Galtan Six/ENS, Fishbone
of ST Connexion, Flix of Delta Force, Ford Perfect of Black
Monolith Team (Michael), Fury of Legacy, Furyo of the
Overlanders, Genital Grinder of Alcoholica (Undead Sprog of The
Lost Boys), Gunstick of the Unlimited Matricks, Headcoder of
Digital Vision, Humungus of the Overlanders, Icaruz of Electra
(of the Union now!), Illegal Exception of Scum Of The Earth,
Jacky of Alien Cracking Formation (or Alien Child Fuckers, or
whatever), Jora of Black Monolith Team, Krazy Rex of ST
Connexion, Leviathan of Light, Lowlife of Sewersoft, Mad Max of
The Exceptions, Manikin of The Lost Boys, -ME- of The Exceptions,
Mega Tri of Light, Mr. Bee of the Overlanders, Mr. Spirit of
Mystic, New Mode of Delta Force, One of Galtan Six, Oxygene of
The Lost Boys, Quicksilver of Mystic, Raphael of Scum Of The
Earth, Ray of Delta Force, Relayer of the Quartermass Experiment
(a.k.a. Jurie Hornemann, Code-God of Holland , Master Of The Whip
and J.), Sammy Joe of The Lost Boys (Mike of the "Maggie" Team),
Schnulz, Scum of Sewersoft, Slime of Delta Force, Stick of
Ripped-Off, Tanis of The Carebears (Coprophagic Necrocannibal
Eviscerator of Alcoholica), Timo Schmidt (of the "Maggie" Team),
The Fate of Unlimited Matricks (Maestro), The One of Vector, Thor
of Black Monolith Team, TLS of Black Monolith Team, Toxic Foetus
Eater of Alcoholica (Spaz of The Lost Boys), Tsunoo Rhilty of
Troll & Co (the Lord of STCS), Typhon of the Overlanders, Tyrem
of The Respectables, Vantage of ST Connexion (Klaus) and Vulcan
This totals to 70 people writing, which is an all-time record in
the history of real-time articles!
The second day is here.
S U can c we (that's us at the gym) just went into our 2nd day
of this conference and it the 2nd day ever 4 me on any party.
It's shortly past midnight and that means ghost time or time 4
ghost-writing crap and that again means hard work 4 me, Deel,
maybe the only 64-user (Yeah, I don't know a single thing about
68000 coding or similar stuff, I just watch all these dudes
freaking around on their machines (I call it 'SPECTATOR-TASK'!)).
Don't blame me 4 writing such uninteresting crap but I am kinda
bored at this time of day and I gonna grab a nap soon...
Out of words,
Deel of the Dynamite Dynastie (64)
P.S. Please all U ST-users, don't erase this text... (why should
(Editorial remark: Mr. De Mauve refuses to type on any keyboard
other than those weird AZERTY ones they fabricate down there in
Froggy Garlic Country. Therefore he has typed it elsewhere (and
earlier) to be merged here now.
Yaaaaarrrrggggghhhh ! This is the fucker with an axe coming back
from beyond the grave (???)... Doguy El Mauvio. I'm not a big
sandwich anymore, nor am I drunk or on drugs. It's just that I
didn't want to start my first written appearance with the usual
"Hi guys" stuff. I'm definitely NOT going to be serious in this
article. If you wanna read some serious stuff by me (and
preferably if you're French) just read my article about this
conference in a forthcoming "TILT" issue (A French mag, ED.)...
It's currently 00:12 on the 2nd of August as I write this. I'm
here since 6 in the afternoon, after a 9 hour long travel from
France to Germany with Furyo, Humungus, Mr Bee & Typhon. There's
some loud music shouting in my ears and several members of
Alcoholica thrashing like madmen (they are madmen, in fact !!!).
I haven't done much work until now but I've already seen some
really brill stuff like the Lost Boys new megademo (finished in
'2 weeks' - read '3 months' -) and some new Delta Force stuff...
And that's not finished 'coz there are many talented people in
here (65 guyz or something) and there are still much things to be
discovered. Even ST Connexion seem to work at the moment (sounds
like a joke but it's not !!!).
Well, I guess I'll stop for now. But I promise I'll be back
soon... Sea Yha! (Er?, ED.)
Dogue de Mauve from the Overlanders
I really don't know what to write but I wanted to so I did.
So. Erm...I think I am going to hit the bag (the sleeping bag,
that is, and not my mum). I hope there are not too many people
already up at the tier. If so, however, I am convinced that use
of my gastronomous gasses will suffice to create an area of
nothingness unimaginable in which I will be able to indulge
myself to sleep.
Bye. See you tomorrow. I hope that the Alcoholica persons will
not write too much filth - as by belief we are restrained from
censoring any of it (we don't like this, of course).
Bye. See you tomorrow (go three lines up, read again there, and
you'll have a perpetuum real time article).
Yeah, I think I will join him, but in a separate bag of course.
I have done approximately 40 hours of driving in the last couple
of days and I am a bit tired of it. Tired. Yes, that is the word.
So I will inflate my airbed. Now some moronic cuckhugel (I hope
that is spelled right, probably not) broke my
airbedinflatepumpthingy so I have to do it by blowing air into it
myself. This usually leaves me staggering around, dizzy. I am not
used to doing blow jobs. There also seems to be a space problem
up on the balcony, but Richard's huge amount of gas molecules
will probably drive enough people from their slumbers to allow
for two ST NEWS people to sleep there.
Might be of interest to you: Looks like a loss of about 12
megabytes sources/graphics (1 year's work) and some 40 megs of
other stuff more or less important ('bout 15 megs of high-quality
soundtracker modules, 2 megs of samples, my DTP partition with 3
megs of fonts, Larry III (ooold, but I just decided to play this
one after solving Monkey Island), some 6 megs utilities, my Fido
I wonder whether I should jump from some very very high bridge,
buy me a Goldwing or something like that and take a 100 mph ride
against a wall, take part in an harakiri world championship...
Well, suggestions of any kind are welcome !!!
But then, what about those stunning games being under
You'll see some of those in the very near future, and then, one
day, there will be a Jaguar development system (68040-TT-based)
(have you read that interview with Sam Tramiel about this great
piece of hardware ???) in my humble room, and the stories of
those HQ games mentioned above will continue...
Michael of BMT
"Ich bin vieeel sauer..."
(I did hear someone making this remark but it wasn't this
There have been some problems with two Frenchies, who took the
sleeping place of Tyrem. He seems to be VERY angry.
Me (Flix), Ford Perfect and Gunstick are trying some border
routines on all the STs. I haaate borders! I guess I won't ever
write a fullscreen again. Gunstick told me that there are new
STs, which need four clockcycles more to change between 50 and 60
Hertz. That crashes all fullscreens. Ooh, I'm gettin' tired. Good
night from The Union.
About the Frenchies: Tyrem decided to make no real fuss about it
so he took his stuff and went some place else...and everybody but
the Frenchies followed him to this other place! I just realized
that I forgot to bring something soft to sleep on...so this is
going to be a hard night (I still have something under my head
though! A towel...and a bit of a wet one too!). Fabian is
mumbling something in Chris's microphone (Chris brought almost an
entire studio with him)...it doesn't sound too good! Eg er farinn
ad sofa (Icelandic), vonandi sef eg vel thratt fyrir harda
Dire of ADX
So we have indeed not yet gone to sleep (at least not Stefan P.,
Stefan K., me, and some more). But the stage is now filled to the
brim with sleeping bags (and excuses for them). We had to remove
all the piled crates of Coke and cartons of crisp bags, but we
made sure it remained near in case we got some nourishment urges
during sleep or slumber.
Some kind of remark:
At this point Manikin in a bout of immense stupidity lost a
small amount of text from this article. Fortunately the only
people who wrote in it were the Alien Child Fuckers so I guess it
doesn't matter that much.
Oh. man. I'm really tired, and it's just the beginning of the
conference. The reason is that I came back from holidays in
France this morning and I hadn't been able to get any sleep last
night. At first, I wanted to finish a new Plasma screen here. But
now I'm not sure, 'coz I can't concentrate myself.
I've seen some screens from the new TLB Demo. Hopefully it'll be
ready at the Atari Messe in Düsseldorf in two weeks. We are also
there, with our own corner.
Oouahhh.... (good night)
Somebody just splurted toothpaste all over Richard's sleeping
face (on the back of the head, really) and I don't think he liked
it! Nop ($4e71 Hex I believe!!! ;-) Comment from I.E./S.O.T.E.).
(Actually is was only a little bit which immediately dropped
from the back of my head onto the 'pillow' annex towel of Dire's
sleeping space that was not occupied but located awfully close to
A Concerned Computerist
How's that for an opening sentence??!!!!?
Raphael of Scum Of The Earth typing! stopp i skorstenen?? call
Fuck Viper fuck VIPER FUUUCCKK VIIIIPERRRRR of The Lame Team...
;-) im too fucking tired too write capital letters!! blöörgghh
jirkass jollmakorma krummpledd! deeet var en gang en daggmask som
hette pelle jöns han var sa rädd för skator han var sa rädd för
höns! PANG!! AAAAAAAAAAaahhrgh........
Yo! Illegal Exception of Scum Of The Earth is occupying the
keyboard (OHH NOOOO!!!!, comment from Raphae ,kh.,)!!! What?
Never heard of Scum Of The Earth before??? No Wonder as we
haven't released very much screens... (Actually it's only 1!).
OK. Anyway this is quite a nice party! At the moment there isn't
that much activity but some crews are still coding etc.... La la
lööööööö, Raph is back to kick some bytes!!!!
"BOOT + 1STWORDPLUS" is the inscription of the disk in front of
me! Hah! "Infestation", "Shadow of the Beast" and "Nitro" are the
inscriptions on the "Monster Pack" in front of me! Nu vet ni
det!!!!! greger karlsson lars persson djingis kahn miranda
roulami juha veckovalkalarajaaa kakaomajuuhe......
Time to finish off this typing-session.... Bye!!!
Illegal Exception and Raphael of Scum Of The Earth signing off!
Hi! Here's Richard back again! After some hard hours I finally
managed to crack Fabian's "Monster Business". The protection was
hard, but not hard enough. Tomorrow morning I'll be selling a lot
of copies for 2 pounds (other new stuff is also available, like:
"Terminator II", "Silent Service II", "Return of Medusa"
(prerelease but 100% cracked and trained), "Amberstar", "Trex
Warrior", etc. etc.).
Also available: new and fresh sourcecodes from the new Lost Boys
demo!!!! Five pounds per screen, mainmenu 10 pounds.
(That's weird. I must be shizo. I could have sworn I was asleep
at the time. I've got a bit of toothpaste as the perfect alibi!
Ha! Fuckin' shit! I'm HOARSE!!! Damn, I spoke too much yesterday
and my voice isn't in the best of states, and there's no way of
having anything to soothe my pain!!! Apart from that, Sammy Joe
is located just behind me, sleeping, I made a small smell test
and approached one of my feet with the (General saying of
everyone around here) 'Death defying odour' to his nose. And
guess what? NO REACTION!!! OK, so a message to everyone around
here: I don't have smelly feet at the moment and won't EVER have
smelly feet again. Those with a paranormal scent sense should be
afraid of Spaz's odoured feet, not mine. Gotcha???...
05:xx (I don't have a watch and I'm too lazy to ask someone...)
There are definitely some guys among us, who seem not to need
any sleep. Although most of the attending people have entered
their sleeping bags, there are still a few fell-lows (!) who work
(or at least pretend to...). Chris and Mad Max still work (as far
as I know) on a kinda "Hip-Hop Mix" - and they nerved me with the
metronome-sound of "Cubase" (I intended to finish one of my
latest songs for the "Punish Your Machine" demo, but now I'm too
tired, so that I will do that tomorrow (Hopefully!))...
It seems there are lotsa 'Dead Embrionic Cells' around here...
(Understand who can...)
Hi this is TLS of BMT writing something for your pleasure. I'm
sitting here in this large room and only sleeping bodies around
me - most of them snoring. But who cares?
FUCK! My monitor is out of order, but I must finish my screen.
After sleeping about two hours I (Timo) am trying to hit some of
these painted buttons in front of me. On my left a creature
called "Michael Schüssler" is sleeping (or doing something that
looks like sleeping!).
Shit! It's time to reach for the toilet...bye...
Yesterday we have bought some pizzas and we have brought them to
the conference. Everybody was so hungry that at least 15 people
asked us where we found such extraordinary food in Leutenbach. So
a few hours laters, the hall was filled with pizzas' smell.
But now we are able to give you some very important advice: Do
not eat Leutenbach's pizzas 'coz our stomachs haven't supported
German food isn't worth anything and we are now so sick that we
can't avoid to vomit on this keyboard (Bbleuuurrggg! Ahh! Feel
better now!!) and I can assure you it isn't such an easy thing to
type on pizza's rejections.
Aargg! Richard is now shaving himself above the ST and remains
of his beard full of grime join the rests of pizzas. We can't
stand such a thing any more and leave for a better place.
Humungus & Typhon from the Overlanders
"About a quarter of an hour ago I woke up."
No. Wait. Maybe I should rephrase that statement.
"About a quarter of an hour ago I got torn from beautiful dreams
for about the fiftieth time."
As there was quite a bit of light outside already, I considered
the time ripe to get my ass off the bag I had hurled myself upon
tonight (a massive 49 times I did).
I think I can assume I slept about two hours - or three at the
most. This is due to the load of sounds that continued to come
from the hall in spite of Conference Rule 2a ("If people are
sleeping, don't make any noise"), but is specifically and
prominently caused by the tendency of one called Tanis to put
toothpaste in my hair (succeeding once, though I got it off
I TRULY, WHOLEHEARTEDLY AND UTTERLY HATE YOU, LAME MOTHER
He came damn near to getting my fist connected to his jaw
tonight, no matter if he's a fucking CareBear or not. I couldn't
care less if he was the Emperor of China!
Stefan and lots of others are still sleeping. I guess about 25
people are awake. The rest is either sleeping here or sleeping
somewhere else (the latter especially counts for people living in
the neighbourhood or people who have a big car, and I can imagine
why they don't want to sleep here).
With regard to sleeping, this conference locations sucks,
really. Sorry, organising sirs, this may be a sad fact but it is
no less true.
Behind me someone is lying prostrate on the floor, wrapped in a
sleeping bag with a piece of paper with "Kick me" written on it.
Of course, this is the 'Michael Schußler' creature - who else
would be able to get brainmurderingly stoned and sleep virtually
in the middle of where all the action is.
I hear some crap music. Let's check out what it is.
My stomach is barking. The music is indeed so crap I didn't even
ask what it is. Something tells me it's Paradise Lost but, then
again, it might not be.
Manikin is coding an additional feature into the "Ooh Crikey Wot
A Scorcher" demo main menu, so that the little man in the
space ship can actually have a piss if you land at the right
Useless but witty.
I also read a bit of what has been written tonight. I didn't
know there was someone else called Richard around?
After a very sleepless night (mind you, to expect to actually
get any sleep is a bit pointless...) due to the noise which was
emanating from the main hall all night. I went to bed at about
01:30 but first had to inflate my airbed. It took me quite a
while to fall asleep, it's amazing how much noise your brain can
filter out when you really need to.......
I awoke at about 3:30 & 5:30 to go for a leak (sorry, piss) and
at both of those times people were still up and about, busy
working on their creations, like demented zombies from the crypt.
Aaaargh!! I was dragged into the real (!!) world at about 07:30
by the sound of some person's newly created sountracker module
being repeatedly played at quite a loud volume (at least 'loud'
for that time of the morning!). At this time the terribly nice
Mr. Slime and Mr. New Mode of Delta Force are just beginning to
appear from under the tables which they'd been sleeping - or at
least I think and hope that they were only sleeping under the
The other half of Ripped-Off Demo CD's (Bilbo) is still blowing
out zeds and when I say blowing out zeds I mean that the bugger
snores a lot (and very loudly!)! But fortunately most of his
throaty rumblings cannot be heard over the noise of multiple
keyclicks, soundtracker music and Mad Max toons...
Sammy Joe is still asleep down here on the floor in the middle
of the hall, with a large sign stuck onto his sleeping bag which
reads: "Kick Me". Judging by the amount of broken teeth and
globules of blood on the floor next to him, I think several
Stick - Ripped-Off Demo CD's
In the last half hour I have undertaken two short food quests.
They were not only short, but also extremely simple. The first
one led me to a bakery you can't miss at less than a minute's
walk. The second lead me to a supermarket at a stone's throw from
that bakery, where I got some multi vitamin juice stuff. I am
going to drink that in a minute.
However, I would first like to comment an a trivial thing such
as the weather.
Yesterday there was a hesitant drizzle when I arrived, and by
the time lots of people arrived it hard started to rain quite
But now it is dry. There is no sun, but we don't actually need
that, do we (I don't).
Yes we do need the sun! I am still looking forward to do some
table tennis and, why not, some football...
I have the idea that this article will never ever exceed the
mark I set for it, which was 300 Kb. I never thought I would ever
miss Mr. Nutty Snake, but now I do. I even miss the Spirits of
Doom, which I had considered even more impossible before. Someone
else, He who is sometimes known as the Code-God of Holland, is
due to arrive again here soon, however, so I guess there is yet
some writing to be done as he will not have much else to do here
(he is now mainly involved in coding games instead of demos and
one simply doesn't code a game at a conference like this - at
least not all the time).
Stefan is still sleeping. He went to bed a bit after me but the
big difference was that he slept virtually immediately (an
amazing quality in him that I admire very much). This means that
he has slept well over six hours already!
"Stop writing bullshit."
Krazy Rex quote
Things are going through a slow-down again. There isn't much
going on. It's a bit like life after getting up: When slamming
all that nicely cold water in your face you feel you can handle
anything, but once the water dries up you slowly start to feel
slightly sleepy again (if you haven't slept much, that is).
I feel a growing urge to get my things and go home. Not that
this conference is totally bad, but the problem is that I know
that today a new bootleg CD will be for sale in my local record
shop: A double CD of Metallica's "Damaged Justice" tour of 1989.
I can't wait to get my hands on that! Also, my girlfriend is
throwing a party on Saturday night because she had her birthday
last Wednesday, which I will now sadly miss.
Let's hope something will happen soon.
Something is happening, actually. I am getting a headache. It is
not yet powerful. It's a bit like being tied to a railway track
with the 09:26 express becoming very slightly audible through
vibrations in the ground. It hasn't hit yet, but you know it
will, quite unavoidably!
Actually Mike 'of the "Maggie" Team' is a bit of a tosser. He
told me he would write lots for this article but so far he hasn't
Suddenly there is movement everywhere as Questlord and someone
else of the Delta Force enter the gym with a shout along the
lines of "Breakfast"!
Everybody who had been sitting rather lamely behind their
systems for the last hour (or even two) is now moving. Everybody
is trying to get some of that highly precious nourishment.
Actually, this happy event coincided with the re-introduction of
Relayer (a.k.a. C.G.o.H., M.o.t.W., J. and a lot more) into the
conference location. This is totally trivial to anyone but me -
as to me he is the one that can help me to fill this article a
(Am I already beginning to sound like the "Zero" ST?)
"Yawn, snif...(something more)..."
The sound of complaining was to be heard behind me so that can
only mean one thing: The Posthuma(n) has awoken. He caresses his
throat, complaining about the draught on our sleeping space. he
complains about Tim, as he cannot find the man.
"Where is Tim?"
Dave (Spaz/Toxik) quote (several loads of nanoseconds later)
What?! What is this that has come to pass before my very eyes?
Censorship! Editing! Re-writing! All this has happened with the
Holy Words of Me, the sacred sayings, the exalted burblings of
Relayer, Master Of The Whip! Who?! Who is this foul fiend who has
dared to alter destiny and my text?! It was Richard!!!!! Woe! Woe
on thee, servant of evil!! I look upon thy countenance, and I say
thy name: Thou art "A Completely Rotten Motherfucker"!
Wait! I have to talk to the dolphins now... rrriiiiiiii.....
rriiiiiii... rrrrriiiiii.... rrrriiiiii.....
Jurie also known as... Oh fuck you should know all that by now
(And I edited the above again. Nanananana, co-ED. (And I have
RE-edited! Motherfuckeeeeerrrrr!!!!! R,CGoH. (And I have done it
even once more again - isn't it nice to be the co-editor? co-
Right. I would like to ventilate my morning experience here for
Sleep was somewhat difficult on the stage at the far side of the
hall. Vicious ST sounds penetrated my skull at alarming noise
levels, so I decided to listen to a Nephilim CD using my portable
CD player (of course) and this managed to soften me a little and
after an hour or so, I finally drifted into a sleep filled with
ST sound effects and keybleeps.
Numerous times I
nearly woke up, and looking around me, I saw load of hazy bodies
lying around in various forms of sleeping bags and on even more
various shapes of matresses and airbeds. Occasional coughs and
AAAAAHHHHSS.... when somebody had a wet dream disturbed the
mixture of ST sounds and it was difficult but I did it sortof.
I am now sitting here, washed. I broke my fast on a pretzel
lookalike piece of something and I now have find something to
wash it down with. Also, the disk I brought with the 'life'
sourcecode on it (used in the background of the helpscreen of the
main menu of the forthcoming TLB mega demo) is totally fucked
(and formatted by now) so I have to rewrite the rout. I guess
this about sums up the tasks for today.
Well.... I'm back again... and feeling sleepy. I only just woke
up, so I don't see why my body is complaining. Two English guys
have assured me it is impossible to get coffee in this little
"WHAT?!," I said, "NO FUCKING COFFEE?! RRRRAAAHHHHHH!!!" and
tore someone's throat out.
Or something like that anyway. I might still go on a pilgrimage
for coffee. By the way, that dolphin joke at the end of my last
bit of text was from "Hudson Hawk", of course. Just thought you
wanted to know.
And now, quite a long but still interesting essay on Servo-
Kroatian can-opening habits by The Fist : "zgja<kl,a<sdjk8913wîó
Wow. Wasn't that interesting.
I have just returned from an exciting time-warp. At 9:00,
Richard wrote that my presence would excite everyone's mind and
give them enough inspiration to write for another 150 kB. Oh.
Well. I'll give it a try.
"Hey everyone. It's me."
Thousands of people look up and stare at me. The sound of
important knowledge dawning on unprepared minds fills the hall.
Then, all people start looking at each other. Smiles fill their
faces and their fingers start jerking spasmodically. You can
smell the amazing lengths of deep, meaningful text bubbling up in
their minds. The feeling of tension and expectation rises to a
tangible climax. The hall is resonating with throbbing
inspiration. And then, suddenly, all people go on with what they
(i.o.w. He Who Weareth The Silly Hatteth On His Headeth, co-ED.
(co-ED.= He Who Has The Fist-Imprinteth On His Silly Faceth,
Actually I also have something revolutionary. OK, Jurie's 'fist'
is nice, but I have something even odder (I think). I have
written a text and compressed it with the "Ice Packer". I used
version 2.34, just so that you know. I will merge it here, so
that you can extract and decompress it:
(RELAYER EDIT :
That's not nicer at all. You proposed doing that, and I and a
lot of other people said : "Piss off you bastard, that's a rotten
idea." Then everyone begged me to go on with my Fist story.)
You may notice the lack of any "Ice Pack" decompress
identification codes, but these had to be removed because "1st
Word Plus" refused to load them. Sorry.
A strange German dude just popped his head around the door, and
he appeared genuinely baffled by what he beheld.
Well, it has to be admitted that all to be seen here is rather
odd for people that are not used to this kind of thing (and
probably even to some people who are).
In other words, almost eleven.
I just gathered some worthwhile photographic material by using
my camera device. As usual, Tim looked extremely stupid and
Richard...well...think of a hippopotamus with a very bad hangover
caught in the act (Sure. Thanks a bunch, co-ED.).
Tim has got the somewhat strange idea to repack all of the "Ooh
Crikey" screens with a new packer that is better than "Ice
Packer". A very exciting thing to do, and I need the stupid
computer. But since there is a waiting queue (Dave wants to do
graphics), it will probably be midnight before I can get down to
"By the way, what about conference Rule 2a?"
Dire just woke up.
"Birgir you're a lazy bastard!"
Yeah, I finally woke up...I slept quite OK in spite of the noise
but it took me a long time, though. Only few guys are still
asleep now - like Sprog (an ex-Lost Boy), Oxygene, Tanis and
maybe some others. I'm going to check out the activities...
"Where is the Hippel?"
Dire of ADX
I could just possibly be the only person left in this party who
has yet to take a turn in noddy noddy land. Actually at this
precise moment I feel perfectly OK, no sleep for over 30 hours
and yet I am quite awake and as coherent as is ever possible for
a person of computing persuasion. Yesterday I let my ego get
rather the better of me and allowed myself to show off our new
demo material to the assembled masses. I am still undecided as to
whether this was a good or a bad idea, but it will all be
finished inside 2 weeks so I guess no much can come of that
slight lapse in behaviour.
The Arse Caressing Fuckers are still around which makes me
slightly nauseous, but I guess that you cannot have everything
you want in life like Julia Roberts or something.
Still that's enough bullshit for now so I guess I had better
vacate my place before this mighty Mega 2 (Actually, I am getting
sick and tired of people implying I merely have 2 meg. Actually,
I have a massive....(CUT)....OK. Just so that you know, co-ED.).
Eric from Naos and me (Klaus) just spent three quarters of an
hour playing table-tennis outside... Although the weather is
quite heavy and the grass muddy (it's been raining regularly
since yesterday), we had a lot of fun - we even had a few good
shots (echt?). I only slept 3 hours last night (under a table),
but that's not the main problem: I feel like having slept on a
rock, with another rock as a pillow...
Dogue de Mauve from the Overlanders (Dogouesch de Mouevesch!)
just told me that he, too, is going to Tyrem's flat after the
party: I think this will be a kind of follow-up party, just with
less people of course (can you imagine 100 people in a flat for
several days?). I am sure they will have a great time.
Exactly as at the "ST NEWS International Christmas Coding
Convention" in Holland, Patrick and I are going to do a report
about this party in French "ST Magazine"; as usual, we hope to
interview quite a few people, and tell our few French readers
about what's going on on the ST scene.
Bye for now.
Gee, I am tired. Strange isn't it ? It's 12 o'clock and I can
barely keep myself from falling asleep. The reason why I am so
tired is that I (TLB), TNT Crew and BMT went to some disco in a
small village nearby. It was quite a laugh, especially the female
strippers, the one in the middle called Susi had an excellent
figure. When we got back I just laughed my head off whenever
somebody looked or simply even smiled at me.
The reason for this I had better not explain (Actually he got
stoned in grass, ED.). In case you are interested, Tim (Manikin)
just went for a crap. As I just do not know what to talk about I
will just leave you now.
P.S.: In case you do not know yet, I have moved back to Germany,
here's my new address: Michael Schuessler, Seestrasse 34/II, D-
7254 Hemmingen, Germany, Tel.: ++49-7150-8447.
P.P.S.: Thanx Rich for allowing to include my new address here.
Mike, the German
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