A Brief History of Sock

I thought that, for my own personal pleasure, and for the pleasure of those unfortunate enough to have missed, through not being members or simply having enough of a life not to be glued to crossfire 24 hours a day, that I would recant some of my fondest memories as a member of this fine website. For all those in doubt, this is an exercise of pure narcissism.

The first started on the sth comms with frozen. He’d posted a journal linking to a demo of a guy named unisol. What was interesting at the time were the number of people defending unisol, who to me, and almost everyone else on comms at the time, was obviously cheating. I decided that this level of retardation was not acceptable for such a distinguished internet organisation, and endeavoured the teach, through humiliation of course, all those doubters of their ignorance. After a few minutes I decided an avi was the best way to achieve this.

I was in the process of creating a fragmovie at the time so I knew I could produce and edit the movie quickly and to a moderately high standard. Scouring the demo, I found, quite early on, what appeared to be and what indeed was an obvious example of an aimbot at work. While producing the clip I realised that it wasn’t perfectly clear what was happening, or for that matter how retarded those who defended unisol were: I resolved to overlay my own voice on to the video in order to point out the suspicious moment and chastise those who’s mental faculties lacked acuity. With the help of frozen the video was uploaded, and the resulting journal produced many memorable moments, all of which are now lost in the void that is crossfire’s archives.

The second of my most favoured memories centres around a character who calls himself viol. From what I can recall, viol posted a journal claiming to have busted a hacker, but offered sketchy proof and an even sketchier attitude upon confrontation. In the beginning he seemed reasonable, offering his audience the option to ‘decide for themselves’, but when people began to disagree or doubt his reasoning he became enraged, posting comment after comment of abhorrent vitriol. As those who know me will attest, I can not stand idly by and watch as my fellow crossfireians are abused, called retards and insulted; I must act, and so act I did. I posted a journal chastising viol for his aggressive ways, a journal which was quickly removed by the crossfire Gestapo. After a few quick edits I posted a revised version which was thankfully left to remain, and is still readable somewhere. The comments were numerous, and of such quality that it makes one nostalgic.

My third, and for this journal final, moment of reminiscence is in fact several moments, or to be more precise, a series of events, culminating in the full wrath of Tosspot and the threat of a lifetime ban. The exact details elude me at this time, but it had something to do with a piece of truth written in order to expose the lies, deceit, and heinous censorship which riddle this website to it’s core. I began a revolution which, to my own personal sadness, and to the detriment of even the most common of crossfire users, failed in it’s entirety. However, even in failure, we managed to spread a message, a message of hope, of freedom, of journals for all, and in doing so secured a bright and productive future for the whole of crossfire. Also, pissing off Toss was quite fun too.

That’s it for this episode of sock’s memoirs. Tune in next week when I reminiscence about the time I found erotic pictures of fusen on the crossfire ftp. And by reminisce I mean masturbate. Furiously.