Two years ago at the SCA event called Pennsic I thought it would be fun to help raise money for the Chiergeons (sp?). These are the people to basically run a small hospital at the event. Many merchants put out a small plastic bottle to collect spare change for the cause.
I felt that was letting them off easy. Merchants have money. Not a lot, but enough. They also get tired and bored being stuck in their booth all day. So a few friends from our camp joined me to 'shake down' the merchants for 'protection money', which we in turn donated to the cause. Despite the rain, we had a great time. We'd set up a little table with a checkered tablecloth, candle and a small boombox playing the godfather theme while I did my Marlon Brando impersonation and made them an offer they couldn't refuse. After the event, I whipped up a quick Flash animation to send to some of the merchants who donated to the cause.
Click HERE for the .swf file
If that doesn't work, get the .exe HERE
The animations have sound. Enjoy!
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Since i doubt that you check your other rants for comments ill re-apply this one here.
Dear Senor Pack aka Eric the Bard,
My mother and I have been following your travels via blog and we would like to extend our distain and jealousy. We at the moment hate your guts, why may you ask do we have such a loathing towards you and yours? WE WANT TO TRAVEL ABROAD! See Rome, Morocca, Turkey, London, have a cool house. Las Vegas. At the moment my mother and I are at odds with the idea of my emancipation and dropping out so i can hitchike across the world in a bunny suit. Sorry to hear about your ducks...and your friend. Condolences. Please write more on your journeys since we will be living vicariously through you due to our recent poverty.
Gotta warn you Brothel, hitchhiking around the world in a pink bunny suit isn't always everything it's cracked up to be. Hell, I was stuck in Virginia in the rain for days. And it was the only trip abroad I ever made where I didn't get laid. Still, it's almost worth it, just to imagine what goes through the heads of the drivers who don't stop to pick you up, as they drive by.
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