Frizzo the Clown
My Finger Smells Funny
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I dunno. It just seems like some of us were here trying to help those on the ground, and no one (except you) came back to check in on us.
Here's my album of pictures from the event: http://picasaweb.google.com/kmrohde/WhySoSeriousScavengerHunt?authkey=-9cRUUMNy9s
LOL, great picture of the Kansas Prairie! Is that the little house over there? You guys did good, had a good time, and HAVE SEEN THE TRAILER!!!! We had a good time listening to you guys running around, had Dallas on the phone too, so between the cluster going on between the two sites it was a hoot!Here's my recap of the event. I would have posted sooner, but the boards were impossible to navigate last night.
I got there around four or so, and met 4 or 5 of our brethren. We stood on that God-forsaken hill for a good hour, as our numbers increased slowly to about 75 or so, by my estimate. As 5:30 approached, a gentleman in a clown mask approached, giving us instructions on how the event was going to go down.
At this point, I decided that I would tell my internet cohort that I would not need his services, as there were a multitude of people with contacts who were willing to run everywhere. Given my corpulance, I decided running was not in my best interest and, thus, I did not need to be a clue receiver.
Big mistake.
We went to the first clue. By the time Preacher and I got there, the stairs were already being counted. Then, we moved along, with, unbeknownst to me due to not knowing the clues, the trees being counted along the way. Then, when the walkers finally reached the final clue, the branches on the tree statue were being counted.
Someone passed along the numbers to their internet cohort and...
EPIC FAIL!!!
One or more of the numbers was wrong. At this point, however, we found a second clown. There was much stirring amongst us goons, salivating at the prospect of seeing the trailer.
Turns out, however, that, in their excitement, the runners had counted the wrong stairs. We trekked back to the parking garage and counted the correct stairs. This number was passed along to the internet contacts and...
DOUBLE EPIC FAIL!!!
We had miscounted another one of the clues. We trekked back along the street and recounted the trees. We (and by "we" I mean the people who were running and counting) got the correct number. This number was relayed to the internet contact and then...
DELAYED SUCCESS!!!
We finally opened the safe. After standing in line to get our joker cards and raffle tickets, we headed to the theater, got wanded (because, y'know, pirating a three-minute trailer would be the end of the WB and DC), and watched the trailer. Some guy won the film cannister, and we left.
Overall, the joke was on the Joker, because I, along with many others, I'm sure, ended up with a serious case of Batwing.
As a tribute to my fellow Kansas City goons and doofuses throughout the world, I give you the following picture of us in inaction.
That about sums up our part
At this point, I decided that I would tell my internet cohort that I would not need his services, as there were a multitude of people with contacts who were willing to run everywhere. Given my corpulance, I decided running was not in my best interest and, thus, I did not need to be a clue receiver.
Corpulance, lol. I believe in the Law of Conservation of Mass - if someone somewhere loses some weight, someone else has to gain it. I'm just doing my part to uphold the law..............
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v131/luridfox/?action=view¤t=04-28-08_1816.jpg
here is the picture of two of the Kansas City cards, Mine is on the left, Girlfriends on the right. It was taken with a phone on the day of so sorry for the bad picture.