MRS2001 from weIrd

Greetings, All! === Cut === report from weIrd^Psycho - coffee? in the morning? cold? no sugar? with a sprite?! WANT!!! I took it into my head to attend this event.. I thought for a long time, it’s worth whether to waste time and money on a trip to msk.ru, but in the end In the end I decided that, perhaps, it was necessary, at least for comparison. The jokes started long before the trip. three weeks before..: I’m looking for one of the organizers in the ace, I ask if there are discounts for girls. says there are discounts only for non-residents, like “if you present a ticket, it will be 50 rubles.” knightly feelings are completely absent, that means. no you don't think, I was not weak to pay 100, but girls_free - it's a matter of principle! to some phrase of mine he simply responded with an obscene word. to my remark that when talking with girls you can hold his fingers, tried to excuse himself by saying that, they say, My gender characteristics are not registered in Ace. doesn't convince, especially that in the conversation I used verbs that clearly indicate female gender of the writer. A couple of days later I tried to ask something else. asked twice - I was never given an answer. in general, opinion about I got it from the very beginning with the organizers "-) at the party I decided to send a couple of pictures - one with philosophical bias, the second is just a joke. decided to checkThe armored personnel carriers in the preselect are either normal people. really pulled almost before the deadline, because my left manipulator malfunctioned, and it was not possible to achieve the desired effects. a week before..: I decided not to go, since my salary I wasn’t paid, and the people I know aren’t very fast was going to. For some reason I catch spine in the ace. after 5 minutes conversations with him, my opinion about organizers changed completely ,-) my decision to go to MR has become almost unshakable, not to mention about a great mood for the whole week. however, this week we (Psycho team) also managed to have a thorough fight with T. rexes regarding the demopathies that are taking place in different regions of our big and great, but towards the end of the week there were problems settled down. a grandiose reconciliation was supposed to take place precisely at the party, but DJ Psych apparently had some doubts in my ability to cope alone with the t-rex gang, and he became seriously agitated. 2 days before the deadline..: suddenly a picture appeared, which was sent to the MR instead of a joke. however, I I missed the mark: it turned out that not everyone listens to sepultura. after the hand drawn compo I explained to a couple of people what that meant the "blob" they saw. as cargo^infinite said, "ah It turns out that it was not just like that.". ,-)))Thursday..: bought a ticket to Moscow, unexpectedly on the same day it turned out that a much larger number was planning to go more familiar than I thought. including DJ Psych himself! and I really I was afraid that I would be the only one in our group to go to MR ,-) Friday..: loaded, full of conflicting expectations, into train and went to see the world. and here I must say that it’s like it’s not summer, but it shouldn’t have been particularly cold either: I I looked at the forecast for Moscow - -3/-5 degrees. in fact It turned out, to put it mildly, a little colder, but these are minor things.. ,-) day1..: I’m coming to Moscow, to Leningradsky. 5-56. coming arriving - Belarusians, 6-26, Belorussky station. where is it is, I have a pretty rough idea, but I rely on chance and make a low start. strangely enough, I arrived at the station exactly two minutes before the train arrived. and the fish, in fact, is that of all the Belarusians, I’m in I only remember DJ Psych's face! well, still freax-a, but the interface the latter during ss000 was, to put it mildly, slightly distorted the amount of alcohol consumed by the same interface. and opinions about exactly how many Belarusians are going to come, were very different from one another: since DJ Psych decided to go, then with every hour his retinue grew and expanded (as far as I couldjudging by the prints in my guest room). so I was counting only that there will be few friendly crowds, and in some From them I will be able to catch characteristic mental traits. the train arrived. I stand, wait, watch. People. are coming. many. not those. 10-15 minutes have already passed, and they are still missing. I'm turning sour, I think I missed it. and so, when I was about to turn to back to the train, and in front to the metro and go down somewhere, I see a large crowd (6 people with DJ Psych in the center), friendly walking past me towards the station building. I'm indignant, I come up and I ask a reasonable question: “young people, can I come to you? pester? the young people, to their credit, immediately realized that Why did they get such happiness? :-) besides DJ Psych, Shaman, DJ MoHaX, Cooler and DJ Freax. after long and loud greetings was made a couple of group photos, and then these comrades fled for a substitute for the object of their passion, that is, beer. everything except Shaman and Cooler, who betray the glory of their homeland and drink refuse (Cooler even brought two bottles with him Belarusian tarragon, which we subsequently lapped up on party). then I was solemnly presented with several Belarusian banknotes, one even with an autograph ,-) at the station we hung out for a very long time, and the next ones inRostovites in the person of Twinzen were in line to meet us. for which T. rexes were supposed to come to the Kazan station. Of course, we simply couldn’t miss such an opportunity ,-) in my opinion According to the data, the Rostov train was supposed to show up around 8:30, so that just by this time we managed to fall into the subway, take a ride to Komsomolskaya and freak out a little, looking for intercity vehicle, which for some reason was not in schedule. already at the party it turned out that it showed its iron face much earlier, namely at 6 something. virtual brothers who were going to be there at 10 o'clock, we They didn’t wait and cheerfully rushed towards the party-place. Coming out of the metro, we went to look for the street. let's go there first where they sent us, then turned us 180 degrees because the next person pointed in the other direction. after walking a little more, we caught another one, one word - a Muscovite, and he gathered us again turn 180 degrees! here we are already together roared - it is not, of course, intuitively clear that in Moscow how many people, so many lower May Days, but not to the same level degrees! ,-) this comrade immediately came to his senses and said that we Let's go right :-) here. We got to the party place, climbed up to the third floor - no let in! It will be too early, they say. ok, but we are the first ,-)settled down in a camp on the staircase, began to come to yourself. the organizers appeared in the person of the smiling spine, They promised to start us up in about 20 minutes. arrived soon satisfied and joyful fat crazer with a voice recorder and accompanying people faces, began to probe us for our expectations and sensations. throughout the two party days he never parted with this with a piece of hardware, walked around the party place and harassed everyone ,-) not even a year had passed before this cunning thing opened in the wall a window that needed to be fed finances, and in return it was spitting tickets (not without the help of the kind people standing behind him people, of course). 2 things turned out along the way: a) discounts for there will be no out-of-towners, b) it’s good that you registered, otherwise I would have to pay one and a half instead of a hundred. waving our tickets, we solemnly walked inside and staged a modest striptease, which consisted of removing outer clothing. after which we were invited to familiarize ourselves with the “waiting room”, which advice we did not fail to follow. than we are there we did, I won’t go into detail because I don’t remember ,-) people began to arrive little by little, inseparable virtual brothers - Vitalia, Chris and video cameras, soon arrived EA from Antares, Wlodek Black, then someone else. DJ Psych more all I was interested in was when they would finally deign to show up.rexes, which resulted in every five-minute exclamations addressed to each new one (as well as those happily asked for and forgotten) faces: "Are you a T-Rex?!" this went on for quite a long time because the team we were looking for was in no hurry to show up for the party. The party itself was supposed to start at 12-00, before how long it took us to master the territory and organizational customs. the first consisted of a long corridor divided into two halves, between which the entrance was placed. to the right corridor half of us were not encouraged to come in for the time being, because there was a large door behind which people gathered at the appointed time a sacred ceremony aka compo takes place. had to be satisfied on the left, which is perfectly zipped into the locker room, waiting room, small bar and toilet. the bar, as I noticed, was not designed for beer-drinking comrades - the sprite was sold there only in very large bottles. the option, of course, is to purchase it in glasses, but with glasses the ability to mobility and agility ,-) here. in the end there was a rumor that we were still allowed into restricted zone, we, naturally, were not slow to fit in there. As far as I remember, it started with an MP3 component that was broken into 2 parts: with vocals and without vocals. obviously, according to the "fly" principle separately, cutlets separately." in the "flies" section there were 2psychotic compositions, but none of them took anything, to unfortunately =( however, we took ours on mp3 with vocals, which "Cutlets" took place according to some incomprehensible whim in the very end of the first day ,-) By the way, one of the most amazing things at the party was precisely the logic of passing the components. in a nutshell it was possible describe it as “random rules!” , -P However, all this was even cool, in any case, far and for a long time from the compo-hall It was strictly not recommended to leave. however, we don’t it was necessary. to begin with, the music was more or less on topic, people started warm up. then there were intros.. somewhere between them DJ and I Psych rushed to walk along the corridor, look at people, and unexpectedly discovered the long-awaited T. rex. they seemed to be slightly puzzled and depressed by the embrace of the one who fell upon them crazy ,-) here. I remember the day itself rather vaguely, since we merged putting together the components, walking along the corridor, getting acquainted with hitherto unknown and communication with already familiar people. and again the component. in at some point in time our overweight leader reached the point of completely unable to stand or even sit, after which he was dragged to waiting room and left to sleep there. towards the end, when it's already the people began to calm down little by little, we managed to find the exhausted spine and talk to him for a couple of minutes.then, I remember, I was sitting in the corridor, talking with people passing by, desperately trying not to fall asleep =) at this time, some Amiga demos were launched in the waiting room on the big screen, and a number of people stood on them stare intensely. it was, of course, for fun, but for the sake of variety, we are with the shaman and the cooler, having asked permission from brightest organizers, combined business with pleasure, i.e. We had some fun playing cards freshly purchased by a shaman somewhere. After some time, the cooler was replaced by Vital Romanov from VB, but he only lasted until his first loss =) soon after that I finally got tired of it and fell asleep in hugging the first table you came across. true, harsh I underestimated him, and therefore woke up half an hour later and trudged for some reason in the party zone. I look into the hall - and there is a man. and him sausages. and it sausages well. tasty. that is, not just how at the disco, but in general, specifically, in a cyborg way, even There is no need for strobes, and his movements are sharp anyway. I'm about 15 minutes I probably looked at it, because I haven’t seen SUCH sausage yet I saw it... and where do they get such grass from in the dubna? ,-\n but drowsiness took its toll, and I returned to my almost family table. In the middle of the night it dawned on me, as a result of which I pulled a chair to the table, and put her scarf under her head, toLuckily, it ended up in my bag. I slept until the morning. in next time I won’t go anywhere without a sleeping bag ,-) day2..: I woke up around 6 o'clock and looked around with a blank look. tables and stager carcasses lying on them, collected her bones in in a small group and somehow hobbled to the bar, where the Psycho and the Monk were already sitting. The last one shocked me to the core: he was drinking coffee! how is he doing this explained, he was no longer able to drink alcohol... crazy, True, I didn’t reach that stage and thoroughly enjoyed the bottle beer, simultaneously looking at some faces flickering around the screen of the TV that was standing there, and complaining about the sickly size (even compared to DJ Psych himself) of the security guard Andrew, who, according to him, tried to expose him to street. After sitting with them for a while, she went out into the corridor. observed there woke up nap, who expressed a desire to take a sip of coffee from bottle in my hands. after that he stated that he feels bad and that his delicate body does not like such drinks digests. returned to the waiting room. some of the people were still lying on tables, the other part was in a more or less vertical position the latter included throbs and some others personality. asking these restless people where they are from arrived, I received a comprehensive answer: from Moscow. after whichI could barely squeeze out: “What are you doing here?!” in general, what’s interesting is that people rested on tables under accompaniment of Amiga demos, were in full combat readiness. when someone came in inquired, “Is everyone asleep?!”, immediate the reaction of a certain dizzy (a subspecies of throb-like) was “no, this hidden party!", which answer still makes me sick ,-) then, out of my field of vision, a voice appeared, informing us, that it is possible to purchase some product in nearest store. declaring that I would like a sprite, I again switched to power off mode. woke up and found two nice things: first of all, that mysterious voice belonged to spine, and secondly, that the kit included a "sprite" also included chips and cookies, which we gladly enjoyed We had breakfast. then the hidden party continued. at some point on the carcass of an ice dragon appeared on the stage, to the spine's question "are you ice dragon?" innocently answered "who?" as it turned out, this a bad person aka radish gave some kind of spine a drink a substance that made the latter feel ill. hearing this statement, Izya carefully asked: “Should I pour more?” The second day itself began around 12 o'clock. people I was in no hurry to come, so during the first compo (notI remember what it was) the hall was half empty. true, then people started to catch up, people came who were not there on the first day - for example, forever young and cheerful tangerine. the second day, funny as it may be, I remember even worse than the first ,-) I remember that I was sitting in the corridor with a shaman, but this it was already late in the day. Here. Around a quarter to 8 I started to really panic, because there is only one train from Moscow to Novgorod, and The prospect of being late for it didn’t seem bright to me at all :-) fortunately, the train on which the St. Petersburg residents were about to depart infinite, departed 10 minutes after mine, and mine too my native team was also not going to leave me to my own devices fate and wherever, so we began to covet as a friendly cloud results. the results were amazing - two prizes places for psychos and one for infinite, and for the latter it was so unexpected that they were in complete prostration all the time that we were still with them.. =) having reached the critical point, we rushed together to the metro, even without having time to say goodbye to those present. first we wanted a car catch, then noticed the snowdrifts, speed passing cars and the number of people in our cloud - and off we went on foot. more precisely, they didn’t just go, but flew :-)We arrived at the station safely, although we were already there "lost" infinites. they found my train surprisingly quickly, we stood near him, said goodbye and I went on my own.. the carriage was cold, and upon arrival in Novgorod it turned out that thyrimpatura is no less than -30 degrees =/ something like the result..: Many thanks to the organizers. your sleepless nights and the hard days were not in vain .-) I think that the majority of the people agrees with me, and whoever disagrees - well, let them go to the swamp They will try to do something similar themselves. I hope that in next year this useful undertaking will have no less useful continuation ,-) to everyone who was there - good luck! until new meetings. pagemaster=weIrd^Psycho === Cut === With the best - Wlodek. mailto: wlblack@chat.ru http://www.wlodeks.boom.ru [ZX] [Golyanovo] [Radio "Retro" 72.92 MHz]