"I've got my Nickname on such a party. We played a FarCry Alpha and were too young to think about tommorow. Eight people, spreaded over one floor for three days, while a storm was unconvering the pantiles, which flew around.
Inside, we gave each other headshots.
Everytime I think about it, time is standing still .. it's like time travelling into the past. What if i had gotten too far? Would the world stand still when I play FarCry with my friends in 1890? Would have Robert given me the name, that I now use on the internet? I want to show the host's cook how a microwave works. I want to see their surprised faces, illuminated by the glimmer of an old CRT. I want them to write their first Email on my keyboard. The "@" will be their new father. The King's daughter will be impressed by my router and let me touch her mainboard. Please shut down your firewall and join my workgroup, because otherwise downloading the games won't work. Counter Strike with lords and ladys."