Second Life and it’s mass quanitity of citizens usually fancy up and get ready for the Holidays. It sort of mimics real-life Holidays. On October 30th, that fateful night. The night before Halloween, the hype and excitement of the night after is starting to flow within our hearts. We were chatting on Skype and Buff brought up the idea to go on Second Life and destroy a costume party. Daniel, Helios, Spark and Tenri were ecstatic. They all planned to crash a costume party. Not just a party, but a party they won’t forget.
In the days before Pantsu and Katsu were ever needed, Tenri was still Tenri Mokusei. Helios still rolled with Helios Constantine, before Desmoulins and finally, Buff was still rolling with Vash Feingold and used R0N Paule for backup. This was the era of what they would call, Peace. That was, until we rolled into the party.
The Party itself, arrayed with Halloween lights strung all along the walls was about to be tainted, by the props of many and the diapers of a fat baby. Yes, there is one marching down with our brothers. We came from the Darkness. We have our Red, rusted Pyramid-shaped helmets that enclose our heads like a Taipei. Our spears, which on the staff bares a default picture from the library. The spearheads were the same metal used on our helmets, chipped from each helmet we wear as a symbol of connection.
The party-goers didn’t expect our mini Spartan army to come marching in, but they regret not expecting the unexpected. First off, we came in screaming, for a sort of dramatic momentary screamfest. Marching in was a leader with a huge afro, stucking out of the helmet, a 100% masculine man, a guy shooting particles everywhere and a big fat gay baby. Stunned and shocked, the party goers stare int he general direction of the newcomers.
First thing any of the soliders do after marching in is, the big fat gay baby goes on mic and scream “WAHHHH! I’M A BIG FAT GAY BABY, CHANGE MY DIAPER, WAHHH”. The Owner of the Club kind of does a gimpy head shake and says “What the hell?!”. Tenri starts swooping around creating particle spam while Vash throws down ? Boxes that spam Fragmaster screaming really loud. Helios is hitting the bar, hitting on chicks based on their costumes. Spark is throwing snowballs at everyone that causes particle spam. Chaos completely ensues.
Every party-goer dancing is now standing around really awkwardly, looking around in confusion. All the while, The Big Fat Gay Baby runs up to the owner, starts tackling her repeatably. She starts getting irradiated. All the while, Vash is banned for particle spam but is still in the club because one piece of the sim, they do not own is in the middle, so Paricle Spam continues. Tenri is still causing shit tons of particle spam and other annoyances.
Really, this went on for about 40 minutes until everyone just head out of the party while we took it over swooping around and everything. Helios got tons of phone numbers and was very excited to call each one.
