|When a cold wind blows it chills you, chills you to the bone
||[Nov. 28th, 2001|12:36 pm]
So the pesky monster got the jump on us. Before we could assemble our crazed, frenzied mob to storm the tower and destroy it, the beast let out a mighty icy breath, and enveloped our hamlet in a most supernatural winter.|
In short, the event's been postponed. And it's really fucking cold.
This is an event two years in the making. The plan is to form a mob of angry peasants, gather beneath the UT tower, and demand the release of the monster, so that it might be destroyed. I myself have written four speeches for the event, and we've got 60 burlap sacks, cut into makeshift peasant garb. We've got cheerleaders ("When I say Kuh, you say Ill... Kuh-Ill, Kuh-Ill"), signs ("Monster Bad! Pizza Good"), and much much more. When we finally perform the event, it should be a blast.