Because I refuse to believe there is no Achievement for letting the Mosasaurus hunt a pteranodon or the I-Rex.
If one lived in Manhattan, the Bay Area, or El Lay's West Side in the 1970s, it was really rare not to have at least heard of "encounter weekends" in hotel ballrooms featuring gurus like Michael Murphy (at Esalen), self-esteem guru Nathaniel Branden, Richard "Riggs" Corriere of The Center for Feeling Therapy, Actualizations' founder Stewart Emery, human potential mechanic Don Jolley, an up-and-coming Tony Robbins, acting coach Hampton Fancher III, et al.
I only ever went to four of them, but they all "produced immediate results." And one didn't have to take any Quaaludes, acid or MDA (not MDMA or Ecstasy, though it's similar); nose up any coke; or even smoke a joint to get the pronounced effect. All you had to do was spring for what would now be about $500, follow the semi-hypnotic instructions and figure that if you "dressed up well," you might even wind up roaring out Olympic Boulevard to Beverly Hills at 11:00 pm in a Mercedes Elvis had given to some Playmate or movie queen. (I'm 100% serious.)
As was the case in many "human potential intensives," the guru used a bag full of mostly "meditative," mass-hypnosis tricks to open everyone up like a can opener so that they have no need for their usual, ego-protective defense mechanisms. By the end of the first 12- to 14-hour day, most of the young adult participants are pretty high from directly experiencing (and temporarily unloading) their heretofore repressed emotions, sharing their experiences with each other, and finding instant soul mates. Moreover, we were often surrounded -- and further stimulated -- by all the faces and figures we recognized from the big and small screens.
IMO experiences, I wound up with a budding, later to be late-night TV movie icon; a twice-featured presence in Playboy magazine; a former g/f of a very famous, two-time governor... who lived in Greta Garbo's "getaway" cottage; and the stimulus-addicted queen of Brentwood and Scottsdale who later carried on with major movie stars, politicians and moguls whose names everyone knows. The first three proved to be momentary flings when they "came down" and saw me for the pinheaded disappointment I really was. The fourth, however, joined me for sessions of mutual manipulation through 18 years and three marriages (to others) apiece.
Now, I'm pretty ce
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I’ve seen wiki pages mention this briefly without elaborating or citing sources. Is this describing Dark Eldar assassins lurking in the shadows or is it hinting at some non-Eldar living thing wandering about?
The night falls swiftly upon our party of adventurers. After a long bout of hitting the [F] key repeatedly, our story begins in the Mists with the brave heroes and heroines about to embark into enemy territory. We now tune in to their conversations to give you a brief snippet of what life is like inside the Golden Meme:
Commander Kumquat: “Alright troops. Listen, the only thing stopping us from victory on this evening are all the meddling kids. Let’s rally. I’ll put some food out here on the ground for you all to eat. It’s next to this suspicious looking sign post that wasn’t here a moment ago but has now materialized with our Beaver on it. No comments about the Beaver colors. We covered that at our bi-weekly speed dating event.”
Lieutenant Fristicuffs: “Sir! A point of order. Only our rangers showed up tonight. Everyone else is stuck on the other side waiting for their mocha hottie latte. Apparently there was some sort of issue with the names used.”
Commander Kumquat: “Hmm. Well that is a sticky wicket. No matter. We’ll just play as if we had guardians, some necromancers and a pool in the shape of a unicorn to clean up the rogues later. You know its very difficult for them to remain in stealth indefinitely. They have to dance a jig backwards and recite the names of the Original Devs. May they rest in their eternal slumber until the time of the grand awakening when once again they shall notice us tiny ant people.”
Scout the Abridged: “Um, I hate to break up this tea party and crumb pets but the entire rest of our forces are already at that garrison. I think they killed 289 people.”
Commander Kumquat: “You haven’t moved. How do you know that?”
Scout the Abridged: “I’m just that good. I actually saw this last week using my precognitive abilities. Speaking of that I have to dance now. Good eve.”
the rogue begins a strange dance comprised of hip hop moves, unzipping a coat, making strange noises with the top of a plastic cup where you have to choose what kind of drink it is and remembering to put the toilet seat down
The group, after what seemed like an eternity did move out of spawn. In the meantime the rest of the friendly forces had turned quite nasty. Apparently everyone’s favorite commander named Boatshotamule had gotten stuck on the other side of the gate. Which makes sense considering that FIB changed the code last week and instead sent along the phone number for Stopping Bed Wetting. Imagine the horror.
That night many souls were laid b
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