T'was a cold and sunlit morning when we departed from East Greenbush, for the fertile gaming grounds of Providence RI.
After many weeks of planning and many days of preperation,
the BTC crew once again departed the bitter cold and financially repressed New York State. Many hours passed on the road, many traffic laws willfully broken, and many gallons of gas burned into sweet, sweet carbon monoxide. The glass walled city would become our home for the next 72 hours, endowed by our most prized posessions.
For many hours we loitered in the convention center, waiting for the doors to open; for this event we have been waiting for these past 12 months. Many pass us in the massive hall, staring at us while they walk their dogs, clothed in better garments then we own. The line of people grew steadily beyond us, as if we were mustering an army. And who's to say... maybe we were...
With the doors finally opened, we marched in to our new home for the next 72 hours. For days our screens were filled with corpses, guns, fire, and piracy. Random acts of violence, debachery, mischeif, and human contact surrounded us, as we fought vailently with skills honed for the past few months. In the end, all paid off. We were rewarded for our skills dominating in Team Fortress 2, Call of Duty 4, and having the largest DC++ shares. Now, home in our depressing state, we only plan for next years event.
Until then, we carry these memories with us...
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Ridin Dirty - Underground
Rocking ther Bonneville
Ride back to Hotel