Day One
Vacuums buzz up and down red carpeted halls. Ice avalanches, plummets, and crashes in near ice machines. Reluctantly the convention goers open their room doors and peak from beyond the frames. Master Bush cautiously steps out into the elaborately decorated hall, gingerly placing each foot step as if he treading on thin river ice. Haydena ties the belt from his velvet hotel robe and slowly strolls down toward the Hotel Lobby. Eventually he is flanked on either side by both Wicked and Freetymes, each similarly dressed in their hotel issued robes. In a few moments nearly all the convention goers leave their rooms behind for the Lobby. Only AK_iceman remains sprawled about the lush and warming floor in his room. Peanuts and mini bottles of diet cola pepper the rugs like sand dollars on a beach. After a few minutes of gathering muster and soberness AK_iceman stumbles out of his room, door left wide open, and out down the stairs toward the Lobby. Deliberately thinking hard and long about each step, he moves toward the bottom. Just as he went to place his foot on the last step a crowd of convention goers distracts his thought and movement. As he falls flat on his face no one in the crowd looks back at the calamitous crash. AK_iceman manages to regain his footing and listlessly saunters toward the massive group. Fighting to see what everyone was staring at, he got on his knees and proceeded to crawl beneath everyone. Just as his head pokes out from the gnarled brush of legs and feet, he comes face to bucket with Moz976.
On the lush red carpeted floor rests Moz976, Batman (Townie), blue as could be, ice bucket helmeting his head, no doubt frozen to death by Hotel ice.
Now lets get the day going!
--Andy
but should be able to play this game at least some of the time.
