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Dax Tran-Caffee
Level 4: 608 points
Alltime Score: 4123 points
Last Logged In: July 7th, 2014
BADGE: Journey To The End Of The Night Organizer TEAM: Team Shplank TEAM: CGØ TEAM: Real Name TEAM: Public Library Zero TEAM: League of Human Hybrids TEAM: Bike Society For Nihilistic Intent And Disruptive Efforts Rank 1: Anti

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Journey to the End of the Night DC by Dax Tran-Caffee

July 4th, 2008 2:32 PM


The city spreads out before you. Rushing from point to point, lit by the slow strobe of fluorescent buses and dark streets. Stumbling into situations for a stranger's signature. Fleeing unknown pursuers, breathing hard, admiring the landscape and the multitude of worlds hidden in it.

For one night, drop your relations, your work and leisure activities, and all your usual motives for movement and action, and let yourself be drawn by the attractions of the chase and the encounters you find there.

If you participated in the Journey in any way (as a player, chaser, or volunteer), please post your story here. Tell us a story of Danger. Fear. Drive. Craftiness. Power. Adventure!

The more thorough you are, the better. If you have photographs, please include them! Even better, draw your experience! Describe your chases, the people you met, what you thought of the route, the checkpoints, and how you perceived the city.


All honors to Spidere for hosting Journey in DC. This was the largest attendance for any SFØ game in the States, run in the nation's capital during a police high-alert, right in front of the White House. His game caused two arrests, a semi-broken leg, and countless sprained ankles. Spidere also single-handedly quelled the impending rain with some ritual involving internet ponchos. He also put me up in his very own bed, and fed me various deliciousnesses.

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This is me, taking a picture using Spidere's camera because I was too dense to bring my own.

Spidere and I, having been planning Journeys in our separate cities for quite some time without eachother's knowledge, make a trade: staff mine and I'll staff your's. The cross-pollination of game plans proved indispensable. Two weeks after Journey-Chicago, I flew out to the Senator's pad, chilled with his constituents, and chased 250 people through the streets of the nation's capital.

Holding down Checkpoint 1

 Holding down Checkpoint 1

Chasing suit with chasing tie. Tortoise shell chasing glasses. Chuck Taylors: low top black with white laces. Black FOX backpack containing cliff bars, Emergen-C, rain poncho and first aid kit. 36 feet of orange ribbon. Three bike lights. Statue of a horse. While dilly-dallying with this photograph, the first runner ran right by me.

I hid behind Benjamin Franklin for a long time near checkpoint 4. Chased people through the darkness, but I was limping on both feet by then - so no luck. I mean... I let them go 'cause I'm a nice chaser! Yeah. I also talked up a lot of player-chasers while hanging out here, and used my staff-chaser knowledge to tell them exactly where to find fresh meat. I'm an awful person.

This player's name is Jamie. She was the leader of a small contingent of runners crossing the Mall - I found them on the east side of the Washington Monument. While an excellent runner, Jamie had the unfortunate fortune of slipping on that damnable Mall grass. Apologies. She was my only catch all night.

Roll'n up to the final checkpoint via Metro. On the steps of the finish line I finally got to use my first aid kit on some poor sap who tried to use his forearm to climb a sharp fence.

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posted by LittleMonk on July 7th, 2008 9:46 AM

Be the hunted

Yes, I remember that feeling...