Remember When...
This page is for posting memories of various POPnet events.  If you've got something memorable you want to share, please email reunion@mcquaker.org.
Posted by
Ford Prefect
I remember the first (and only) time I'd signed up to play Assassin.  I'd never played before, and it didn't occur to me to tell my parents.  Little did I know, I was Diamond Dave's target, and he was going to show up at my house.

The doorbell rang.  I was in my room; my mom was in the kitchen.  My sister answered the door, and said it was for me.  As I walked around the corner, I saw who it was, and started to turn and go back down the hall.  Dave, ever fearless, ran into the house and chased me down the hall, shooting me with mofo bullets.

Needless to say, my mom was not amused that her 14-year-old daughter was being chased down and shot by a strange guy.


Posted by
Mach Three
Another Assassin story: 

Atreides III and I had the target of Whoever Inc.  Whoever Inc. was really three people: Mari, Jean, and John.  Our brilliant plan was to ring the doorbell and then run inside to shoot them when they opened the door.  But we wanted to surprise them, so they couldn't just look out the peephole and see that we were there.  So we came up with the bright idea of dressing up as women so they wouldn't recognize us, then we could burst inside.  Unfortunately there was only one wig, and somehow I was nominated to dress up as the woman.  Needless to say, I was a very unconvincing female, and could not even fool their little sister who answered the door.  So I ran inside anyway and started to chase down one of the sisters until their mother saw a strange male in drag running through their house with a gun. She cut me off and yelled at me to GET OUT OF THE HOUSE.  I chickened out and went outside where I was quickly shot.  Atreides III ended up shooting Mari, Jean, and John though, so in retrospect maybe the plan was not so bad after all.


Posted by
Stingray
In 1991, Cailinn/7th Stranger threw a bunch of parties at this house where he was living in Danville, and invited lots of POPnetters. He accumulated a decent number of fun points and mandated a good deal of fun during this period, and a whole lot of people got totally smashed, too. One night, James had a bit much fun early in the evening and passed out on Cai's futon bed. Upon seeing this, Cailinn became determined to evict him to a more appropriate spot, such as on the roof or under the trampoline. The problem was -- James wasn't moving for anyone. Cailinn began a vicious campaign of loud noises, poking & prodding and pulling, all to no avail. James would just mumble and try to cover his ears. By this time, a crowd was starting to form around the bed. So Cai enlisted the help of some fellow POPnetters and tilted the bed on its side, which everyone thought was going to work to remove James. It didn't. James mumbled and his arms shot out to the edges of the frame, quickly clinging to the frame and making him impossible to shake loose. They set the bed down, and James wiggled a little to get comfortable and promptly went back to snoring. Around this time Cailinn was starting to get a little frustrated, but he finally came to the decision that there was only one thing he could do, and left. James grunted and relaxed a bit, but it was only moments before Cai returned with a full glass of ice cold water and dumped it entirely over James' head. Total chaos ensued as James came fully awake against his will. He moaned loudly, and everyone took a step back. Then he jumped to his feet, arms raised above his head and a cruel scowl on his face and yelled "RARRARARRR!!! KILL!!!!" The chaotic scene that ensued as Cailinn turned and ran and James chased him at top speed through the house, well, that I will never forget. 


Posted by
Stagg 12/10/02
I remember when Jester and I (Stagg) decided that it would be fun to race up Mt. Diablo. I drove a camero, he had a zippy black motorcycle. We got up near Rock City, Joe raced ahead... seconds later I skidded and swerved to avoid him as he and his motorcycle lay strewn across the pavement. He had taken a corner too fast, and stuck an oncoming truck. He was lucky, only a fractured leg. He looks happy today, judging from the reunion photos. I'm glad he's alright. Jester, please refrain from further races up Mt. Diablo. Oh, and a message to everyone... Never make fun of Tigger within earshot of Joe, he likes Tigger, a lot. I can only imagine how Jester might have been emulating his favorite character in Ivan's story about the trampoline.
 
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