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Scenemeeting 1998



 - THE ARRIVAL -

 It was late in the evening Thursday night, when a white Toyota Carina approached 'Østre Skole' in the almost forgotten city called Grenaa. The two tall persons in the car were known as Ransom/IRIS and Constrictor/Intens. They were here because Darkhawk/IRIS had called for their help, he knew that they would be needed if he was to complete his mission - Organizing The Scene Meeting 1998.

 After searching the enourmous complex called 'Østre skole', our heroes finally found their self proclaimed god, Darkhawk. Much to their surprise, Darkhawk had made some organizing mistakes, the gym hall they were supposed to use was filled with girls playing basket ball. The sight of girls obviously confused the organizers, what were they to do? Talk with them? Impossible, they could be dangerous ..

 After long and intense discussions, it was decided that the only possible solution was to call the porter. A porter is a very powerfull man, the group trusted that he would solve all their problems. But they were wrong, when he finally arrived he brought more problems to our already troubled group of wannabe organizers. The porter denied them access to the hall during the night, and further more required professional electric installations. Since the porter had even more authority than the beloved organizer (Naaah! That's a lie! - Darkhawk), we had to do as he requested. So everybody were locked in a room with only one computer. When the porter had left, Darkhawk immidiately felt the power streaming in his veins again, he quickly decided that Ransom^IRIS had to learn Scala and set off some presentations for the upcoming event. Not daring to cross his good friend and organizer, Ransom complied with only few complaints.

 During the dark night much work was done, and only very little sleep was had.

 Early next morning, the team had new strength and was ready to work hard and long. This was necessary if they were to have the party place ready at 10:00 as promised in the invitation. Darkhawk was kind enough to tell everybody what to do, and then go get some brekfast at the nearest baker. Upon returning from the baker, people were crazy to get the orange juice they had ordered, but not knowing the difference, Darkhawk had bought Cola instead. There were no complaints, because nobody had any doubt that this man had enough power to crush us all.

 Anyway, work continued and at one point one of the members could almost swear that he had seen Darkhawk lift something. This could have been a fatamorgana though.

 Not forgetting the wise words of the porter, an electrican was called for, he would be happy to help us out, if we paid him 2000,-. After scratching his head for a second, Darkhawk accepted the offer. So now power and tables were finally ready.

 - THE FIRST ENCOUNTERS -

 The group now sat back in silence and awaited the first guests.

 About 6 hours later the silence was broken when the first guests arrived, what a relief! From now on and untill late at night, there was a steady flow of new people. Many had come from strange far away places where another language was spoken.

 There was a very good atmosphere in the hall, everybody were happy and chatted with each other. Some were drinking beers, others were coding and some were just talking. It was reported, that a few people did all three things at once. They must have belonged to the so-called elite.

 At one point during the great party, it was time for a game compo. Darkhawk thought he had done a good job picking a game nobody knew. But he faild again, at least 2 of the guys entering the compo knew the game. One of them proved to be THE master of the game 'Kick It'. Ib/Depth was quite unbeatable.

 Time flew by as everybody was having a great time, and all of the sudden it was almost time for the compos. Fast gfx were up first, and Ransom had no idea for a theme so he humbly asked Darkhawk for help, with his help a theme was invented, and a palette was made in a great rush. It seems like the rush was too great, because several people complained about a shitty palette. Were they afraid of a challenge?

 But the contributions turned out good anyway, as did they in all the compos execpt the Multi-channel compo, where no entries were delivered. As the contributions came in, and the compos were held, one person in the hall had to use all his time trying to get Scala working properly. He was reasonably succesful, not counting the few crashes in the gfx compos. Said individual was later rewarded when he won one of the compos (hehehe).

 - THE CLIMAX -

 The climax was reached when the last compo, the Demo Compo was shown on the big screen. Two great demos were presented, one from Loonies and one from Depth.

 The large crowd in the hall now had some hours to decide who to vote for, during this time demos were shown on the big screen, new aswell as old. Damn, those old demos were hard to get working :)

 At 09:00 the voting stopped, and the counting began. An independent group of counters were established, Amy Djurs counted and counted, and finally brought delivered the results to the IRIS crew. The results were stunning, IRIS had won two compos without vote-cheating. This was really great, and the organizer actually smiled a little... No kidding.

 People accepted their prizes and were happy, the organizers had collected some money in a Cola bottle, this was also given away.

 After grabbing their money, people quickly started leaving. Leaving all the hard work to the organizers, but Darkhawk saw it coming, and quickly left the place. This was a really smart move, and proves that he is made of the stuff organizers should be made of :) So we started carrying down the tables, some were filled with cheese, others with chocolate. Well, nobody cared really, and after working hard for a few hours the place was as pretty as that late Thursday night I was talking about earlier.

 It was now time for Ransom and Constrictor to go home, so they said goodbye to the last people, started the car and drove back. What a great party, but shame on the people from #amigadk who never showed up.



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