SLUGS

I cannot get unto the SLUGS website to update it. I am working on it.
The site is still there but I can't update it.

SLUGS is still a group, Archon isn't cancelled, we still run LARPS...you know the routine...

Rick got our website woes fixed. The old company sold out to a new one so he had to jump through hoops to get us a new password.
While I am not very fond of their new interface to update sites, I think I have updated a few old pages.
Please check out http://www.slugs.us and let me know if you see anything out of place.
There isn't any major updating other than the homepage and the admin page but there may be something that didn't update even after I attempted to change things.

Thank you all in advance!
El Jefe

Question. About how far is Slugs as a whole in the process of crafting the Archon Larp?

Wanna tell you a story,
about the house-man blues
I come home one Friday,
had to tell the landlady I'd-a lost my job
She said that don't confront me,
long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn't get the rent,
and out the door I went

So I goes to the landlady,
I said, "You let me slide?"
I'll have the rent for you tomorrow.
the next day I don't know
So said let me slide it on you know people,
I notice when I come home in the evening
She ain't got nothing nice to say to me,
but for five year she was so nice
Loh' she was lovy-dovy,
I come home one particular evening
The landlady said, "You got the rent money yet?",
I said, "No, can't find no job"
Therefore I ain't got no money to pay the rent
She said "I don't believe you're tryin' to find no job"
Said "I seen you today you was standin' on a corner,
leaning up against a post"
I said "But I'm tired, I've been walkin' all day"
She said "That don't confront me,
long as I get my money next Friday"
Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent,
and out the door I went

So I go down the streets,
down to my good friend's house
I said "Look man I'm outdoors you know,
can I stay with you maybe a couple days?"
He said "Uh, Let me go and ask my wife"
He come out of the house,
I could see in his face
I know that was no
He said "I don't know man, ah she kinda funny, you know"
I said "I know, everybody funny, now you funny too"
So I go back home
I tell the landlady I got a job, I'm gonna pay the rent
She said "Yeah?" I said "Oh yeah"
And then she was so nice,
loh' she was lovy-dovy
So I go in my room, pack up my things and I go,
I slip on out the back door and down the streets I go
She a-hollerin' about the front rent, she'll be lucky to get any back rent,
she ain't gonna get none of it
So I stop in the local bar you know people,
I go to the bar, I ring my coat, I call the bartender
Said "Look man, come down here", he got down there
So what you want?

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
Well I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when,
I've been drinking bourbon, whiskey, scotch and gin
Gonna get high man I'm gonna get loose,
need me a triple shot of that juice
Gonna get drunk don't you have no fear
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

But I'm sitting now at the bar,
I'm getting drunk, I'm feelin' mellow
I'm drinkin' bourbon, I'm drinkin' scotch, I'm drinkin' beer
Looked down the bar, here come the bartender
I said "Look man, come down here"
So what you want?

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since the night before last,
gotta get a drink man I'm gonna get gassed
Gonna get high man I ain't had enough,
need me a triple shot of that stuff
Gonna get drunk won't you listen right here,
I want one bourbon, one shot and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

Now by this time I'm plenty high,
you know when your mouth a-getting dry you're plenty high
Looked down the bar I say to my bartender
I said "Look man, come down here", he got down there
So what you want this time?
I said "Look man, a-what time is it?"
He said "The clock on the wall say three o'clock
Last call for alcohol, so what you need?"

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since a nigh' and a week,
gotta get drunk man till I can't even speak
Gonna get high man listen to me,
one drink ain't enough Jack you better make it three
I wanna get drunk I'm gonna make it real clear,
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

There is your answer.

Look maaaaaaaaaan....

Respected Member,

To obtain information on your request you need to fill out request form AB192. You will need both parts, schedule A and B, filled out in triplicate and forward your request to your superiors.
In the case that our request for you to fill out such form is not fulfilled within 72 hours, Special Administrative Agent 23-Mark VII will visit your office to deliver the proper Termination Voucher.

That will be all,
The Mgt

SysOp wrote:Respected Member,

To obtain information on your request you need to fill out request form AB192. You will need both parts, schedule A and B, filled out in triplicate and forward your request to your superiors.
In the case that our request for you to fill out such form is not fulfilled within 72 hours, Special Administrative Agent 23-Mark VII will visit your office to deliver the proper Termination Voucher.

That will be all,
The Mgt

The computer is my friend.. I'm happy!! *reports for termination*

Can I have some Cold Fun™ for my last meal??

I blame the technocrats for all of this.

Ooh... I wanna play this game...


you thought it was over, it's not over
I came back, I brought my axe

In the shadows, alone in the dark
Young victims I stalk

You thought it was over, it's not over
I came back

From the grave
To mutilate

Axed in the back
Pick through the neck
Dead like the rest

Molested and left
Limbs split in half
I ruptured their flesh
Puncture wounds
To the head

Bone fragments clot to the hatchet
Knee-deep in the blood of the dead
Cranial separation
Sex with her severed head

Rotten walking dead
Hunting living victims




Enjoy...

MY TURN! MY TURN!

Deep beneath the bowels of the skillhouse
Where the bones of crusaders are hidden in walls
The shin of Salidin, a goblet made from Blackbeard's chin
The prick of Christ, Hitler's ball

The body of Reagan lies there enshrined
Pulsating as steel and flesh are entwined
Peering through the necro-scope, the Spypriest unseen
The soul of Reagen is found through it's dreams
Spirit-racked, tormented, undead, and unclean
The will of Reagan drives your nation's latest war-machine

Bristling with rocket pods
Gatling guns and cannon
The latest in technology to slay the foes of Mammon
The Reaganator and the U.S.A.!
We'll kill anything that gets in our way!
We're greatest country, so you have to die, that's why!

So Ronnie went to Cuba, locked on to ole' Fidel
Put a missle through his window, filled up the place he'd left in hell
After that he thought he might just take on the whole world
And leave a bloody pothole where the stars and bars could be unfurled

But there was one flaw that was in the design
It was so bad that he had to resign
The Reaganator used fossil fuel, some people never learn
And for this lack of vision your country will fucking burn
You see the Reaganator lying flat on his ass?
Quite simply he ran out of gas

Y'All suck

that is all