Date: Wed, 15 Nov 1995 18:23:08 -0500 Subject: SWILnews #8 In a desperate attempt to catch up, James & The Giant Peach break precedent and release more than one SWILnews in a single week. However, do to the constraints of physics and the mental powers of two belabored seniors, the creativity of these two individuals has been taxed to the limit. Thus, we cannot promise the usual level of wit that you have come to expect from a SWILnews. However, to show that we still have our powers of creativity we submit the following: A is for Alphabet, Peach had a fit, B is for B.E.M., you must submit. C is for Con's, attended by many, D is for Danforth, sentience hardly any. E is for Eating, many substances weird, F is for Filks, though some voices are feared. G is for Gibbon, a mighty fine bloke, H is for Hair, rather long on some folk. I is for Inauguration, a party that's grand, J is *Josh Burdick*, supreme in the land. K is for Kohlberg, where demons reside, L is for Libraries, steal and we'll chide. M is for Meat, processed in a tin, N is for Newbies, bloody limbs in the bin. O is for Old Ones, Cthulu we see, P is for Pterodactyl, hunted with glee. Q is for Queen, in chess has fast pace, R is for Rooms, requested from space. S is for SWIL, the few and the proud, T is for Treasurer, all applicants allowed. U is for Unicorn, a Monday night movie, V is for Videos, a new library would be groovy. W is for Walpurgisnacht, tough due to spelling, X is for Xerox, miniprop does the telling. Y is for Yelling, on Saturday noons, Z is for Zealots, Magic players are loons. -The Giant Peach with some persnickety help from James SWILbusiness: Well, on this meeting we gathered together to tell the tales of the hunt. Many a mighty orc did recount an heroic deed and showed the badges of courage and the severed heads of their sorry prey. Much gratitude was given to the two fine wizards who had orchestrated such a fine gathering. Furthermore, there was a memorial service scheduled for those loyal monsters who had fallen while serving the legions of darkness. Also, there was talk about improvements for next year. It was noted that the wizards should be given more information about the details of the hunt, as much was left this year for them to discover on their own. Also, apparently while the players were certainly enthusiastic, anatomy majors they weren't. Further efforts, therefore, ought to be taken to define the foot and clarify the marked differences that exist between it and the ankle. General consensus was that a psychotic werewolf was a plus. Just as good, if not more frightening was the psychotic werecat in a bodysuit. Also, the game warden proved a fearsome adversary this year. Although useful for convincing players to earn money off the orcs and hobgoblins, the warden should probably be more mobile between the pterodactyls next year. As it was, one of the beasts was nigh invincible for most of the hunt. Monsters whomped on much of the populace, and it was decided that they should try to remain in groups of six or fewer, a larger Hunt area might aid in this. (the area behind Kohlberg will be availiable next year so less clumping may occur.) After weighing the two sides, it was agreed that players should not allowed to kill players. This just makes things more complex and may lead to real disputes. Speaking of disputes, it seems some players didn't get the message that monsters are the final rules arbiters. Further instruction in the matter will take place next year along with a brief seminar tentatively entitled "Dealing with Death: A player's guide to defeat." Finally, two things there should be lots more of next year: Money and white garbage bags According to James, pumpkin caroling was extensive and loads of fun, although it was pointed out that there ought to be more notice given next year. The motley band broke precedent by caroling on campus to the amusement of every hall in Willets, every on-campus dorm, the night nurse at Worth Health Center, the guy behind the desk at Ben West, the minions of Beardsley Public Area, psych professor Frank Durgin and the front porch of Al Bloom. [which we were afraid to approach - J] Those who were able to attend reported a successful haul of candy and a lot of surprised looks. If you want to check out the carols themselves, they are available on the World Wide Web on either the SWIL page or various member's homepages. Or you can get a hard copy from James. The Monday night movies continue with Ghostbusters this week followed by The Philadelphia Experiment next. [Please note that, as usual, these have already passed. The real movie this week will be Cast a Deadly Spell. -TGP] Attendance has been pretty good at these. Enough people to make it fun, yet not a crowd to make it unfriendly. Now if we could only find Krull we'd really have something... Philcon is happening in two weeks, and people are real excited. About 10 people are set to go and some will be staying for the night. However, to truly recreate the events of last year all those staying over have been instructed to sleep in the bathroom on top of one another. Anyone who does not wish to be in the bathroom is permitted to get kicked out of the game room at 3:00 am and collapse in the hall until morning. Fred has been sent to talk to the people who want to have a small Convention at Swat. Although this would be neat, we pointed out that it might be tactful to wait until next semester when things aren't as hectic, we don't have as many activities going on, and there are two new co-presidents to handle this. [hee hee! -J] Finally, nominations have been scheduled for next week. Thus anyone who wants to be an esteemed co-president of SWIL ought to convince/bribe someone to nominate them. It's also a good idea to find someone to run with, preferably a spineless philosophy major with no opinion and a pretty face. If that doesn't work, a verbose theatre studies major with no time and less restraint is almost as good. Take it from the experts, this strategy works. Non-SWIL business: The only bit of non-SWIL business this week was a wink game that was to take place in Mertz lounge. However, people had yet to fully recover from the previous weekend's activities, and thus gaming occurred instead. Josh's Ice Age box was a success although Blue is way too powerful and green is way too frustrating IMHO. Attendance: (11/4/95) Jeremy "The end is nigh... for players at least" Dilatush, Emankcin "Snibor Eoj" Revelc, Andrea "Ick" Hall, Stephanie "Audrey must DIE!!!" Dyrkacz, Joel "Man, you _still_ are scary " McNary, Erik "The humans must be D) prepared to die" Rosolowsky, Alice "Do you have garlic? No? Well then, you're dead." Unger, Josh "Clever nickname" Smith, Melissa "Pithy comment" Binde, Alastair Thompson "I was not here" [the valise -J] jere7my "Flying Sacrifice a creature to give Fallen Angel +2/+1 until end of turn." tho?rpe, Kendra "trouble with a capital TROUB" Eshleman, David "Death to mortals!" Phillips, Dave "Not in the face!" Mimno, Sarah "I find your tribute inferior!" Piatt, Greg "I accidentally remembered to show up" Ingber, Megan "As much as I would _love_ to have your children..." Hallam [I have a SWIL meeting at noon. -J] -James & The Giant Peach.