Your Favourite ET Memories

Hi Scarzy,

It's obvious that my LAN prep journal ignited this fire iside you to post, and boy am I glad that you did.My favourite memory was being onstage at the last LAN, taking the 11th place crowns and trophies. It was excellent for #follow.et to finally take their place in the annals of ET folklore.

Warmest regards - see you next LAN!
Joe

playing with killNet mates
playing in roTTen clan, owning med+ guys and then reading whine here

watching butchji at gtv
gambling at gamestv
team-ND vs idle.ee
watching LANs at gtv

hello after 10 years btw

1. Playing first clanwar euclan vs sk, I think it was something like 10 vs 10 on goldrush and oasis lol
2. Entering clanbase ladder with euclan, shit got more serious lol
3. Running EGU Lan in Bialystok and all the stuff @ club and @ errol's house lol

ass hair problems by butchji

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"Don't Shave That Hair!!!
I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble shitting.

No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my ass-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my asscheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold.

I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.

I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my ass of hair. Occassionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My ass was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.

Little did I know.

I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two asscheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.

Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic shit- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky shit/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm.

Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my ass off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering shit/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my ass cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own shit blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks."

Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my ass at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for ass-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my asscheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.

As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your ass having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony.

Friends, DON'T SHAVE YOUR ASS-HAIR!"

http://www.crossfire.nu/threads/view/id/27881

1. meeting kReSti
2. winning (almost) 2 EC's and a LAN
3. meeting ScarZy (obviously)

1.) Winning 3o3 LAN
2.) Meeting lovely people like wHiSk3y, gr0ss or crASh.
3.) Just enjoying the game for such a long period of time. Starting with ET pub XP Save servers, on to ETPro with an acc of 17% :D.. learning what spawntimes are, entering first clans, playing first wars. ESL,CB,Liga4fun etc etc... playing OC/EC and improving more and more to end up in the NC and winning a LAN.. great memories

1. Making lifetime friends such as wsk and knoche <3
2. Becoming part of follow.et and dominating lan with our charm and (drinking) skills
3. All the late night pub games with wonderful people who are either still around or have vanished into thin air (what ever happened to infi_ shall remain a mystery)

Fanboi'ing winghaven even when he was hard feeding <3

Ultimately I don't think he did too bad

- Joining some server and finding people I knew
- Meeting ScarZy
- Getting spawnraped on supply

I'll never forget how Snatix swept the floor with Mxt0r in 1v1.

1) Winning my first LAN after playing the game for more than 12 years
2) Meeting all type of people who I went on to call my lifetime friends
3) Organizing tournaments and LANs, including all the things I learned from them

Our first EC victory in 2009 with mASCULINE_MANS. Had so much fun playing with that team and it felt amazing to win the whole thing when our initial goal was just to make it out of the group stage.

Taking NC captaincy was also nice after so many years of being banned from every Finnish ET IRC channel.

I wasn't allowed to play ET when I was younger so I would hide from my parents and play. I was randomly asked one Saturday by tribalnecktie if I could merc for his team for this cancer research cup. I had just started ETpro after years of playing on 2.55. When I asked who we would be playing he said TLR. I thought he was kidding only to find out he wasn't when we all connected to the server that Saturday. They had Matias, Rekerri(however you spell that), Clown, Lightning, perfo and FUZZ I think. I had no microphone and was playing with a ball mouse. My first ETTV game and it was vs these guys. We went on to the destroy them....SIKE. We lost radar in 1:43 or something and supply was just as bad. However, I did a lot of multi kills on them. It was years ago but it's one of my favorite memories because it felt so unreal playing against those skillers.
https://www.gamestv.org/event/6855-the-last-resort-vs-define/


Going to LAN was also amazing. One of the best things I've ever done. I would go every year if it was hosted closer.

definetly 2v2s against s1lent and gr0ss with nsd ;S intense games!

Interesting how my comment got deleted. Haters gonna hate :(

First time playing(I attended as a spec before though) any LAN with a team. Normality with eujen, killerboy, ethr and eron at CiC7. Think we finished like 2/3 teams from the bottom but eventhough I liked playing comp games already that experience was what made me 'fall in love' with esports and ET specifically. Atmosphere even at such a small event and having all those people who enjoy the same thing together is great. Probably my favourite overall.

At the same event sitting next to killerboy while he was browsing netcoders cheater forums with eujen and numlock and all giggling at the crying on their messageboards :D.

And just meeting loads of people who without ET I wouldn't have known existed, leading to playing loads of other games with them because rather than teammates they became more like friends.

I've changed my memory to when Crossfire had a valid SSL cert. @Ronner!