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A Tale of Checkpoint 1 (and what happened afterwards) Bex says: This antique write-up has been sitting here, unwritten, collecting dust for years. Turns out, I accidentally deleted my photos and the cards, but Jason 7au came to the rescue with his ...
Bex. A bunch of players from disparate locals wanting to task together. Simple video chat is awesome but has been done before. How to strive for the spirit of shplank in this tired old era? I got it! Let’s have a postmodern meal! Ingredients spread...
This here is a group completion between Bex, Sam, Waldo, rahan, Idøntity Player, and Death Cube. Different people have completed varying degrees of the task, but between the all of us, we have so far invented and discovered this non-zero quantity o...
RESUBMITTED WITH BEX'S TALE OF WOE!!! Sam: I've been putting off submitting this proof, hoping against hope that my collaborator would return to share her terrifying side of the story, but a year has passed and I think it's time to face the truth. ...
Chapter 1: Why I hate (er, love) Jean Arp. Introduction. This piece of art, in my opinion, is unattractive and wanky: Squares Arranged According to the Laws of Chance Jean (Hans) Arp (1916) Torn-and-pasted paper on colored paper, 19 1/8 x 13 5/8"...
Bex's Tale: Upon Mastering Science, Bex began trying to reconnect with SF0 and the Old Timers of her day, looking for a little celebratory tasking. Bryce was among those who responded full of ideas: He also happens to be: a.) an active player,...
I TRIED TO HELP THE SITE BY FINDING OUT WHAT HAPPENED TO PIXIE. THE CITY OF CLAYCORD CONTACTED THE CITY OF ASHLAND OREGON (WHICH IS WHERE PIXIE WAS RUMORED TO BE.) THEY SENT US FOOTAGE FROM A SECURITY CAMERA IN A WHERE?-HOUSE (A HOUSE WHICH CONSTANTL...
THIS GAME IS CHANGING ME. I THINK I MESSED UP. I don't know what came over me. I feel like I'm becoming everything I hate. But I just wanted to feel what it would be like to commit a crime. IT DID NOT FEEL GOOD. I'M STILL KEEPING AN EYE ON YO...
There are a small number of days of my life that I treasure as life-alteringly inspiring. Profoundly memorable. Full of love and friends and play and joy. Days like those come along maybe once a year if you're lucky and open-minded enough. You canno...
