Shitpoint!
Breakpoint '04, the "Highlights"!
Erm, Oh Dear!
Whilst we were taking our Easter pleasures at the rustic environs of
Beusink, others were at a totally different party, somewhere over the border
in Germany. The 'Breakpoint' party is the successor event to the oh-so-
memorable Mekka Symposium series. Several highly amusing reports were
produced, and it seems that not a lot has changed since we had the
misfortune of going to the 2002 event.
Here, extracted extracts are considered. The carefully selected and
distilled bits of nastiness which reveal the fact that if certain things
change, the rest of it works twice as hard to stay the same!
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In this first part, we hear from the organisers who were having troubles
with one particularly dense partygoer, even before the party had properly
kicked off!
This extract came from the pouet.net forums:
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"And for those who care (I guess that's not many, but just in case): The
above is a private IRC query I just had with tmb/rebook."
"Background is that at BP2004 he died on the main hall floor even before the
party started. After giving no sign of life for 20 minutes we decided to
call the ambulance. At the moment I picked up the phone some other organizer
had managed to make him puke so he could breathe again."
"One might expect to get a thank you or a "sorry" from such a person."
"Instead he just now joined the Breakpoint irc channel telling us how lame
we and breakpoint are, and that he drinks as much as he wants etc yadadada."
"As the official organizer of Breakpoint and the person who is legally
responsible I have now decided to not allow him to visit Breakpoint 2005, as
he already announced to be a pain in the ass again next year."
"By the way, the same goes for his groupmate dkdman, who pissed (!) on
another visitor who was sleeping under his table in the mainhall, and when
he was caught got aggressive on both the security and the person he pissed
on."
"Scoopex - Generations ahead in lying in their own puke and pissing on other
people :)"
Scamp (Party organiser)
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Wow! was this any relation to the guy we found out cold in the car park on
day one of the megamighty Mekka Symp '02?!
Needless to say, this outburst produced the following mature, considerate,
literate and well thought out reply from the person concerned!
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"i already annouced to NOT come to bp05, because bp03 and bp04 were really
bad organized and everybody freezed their asses off. the orgas fucked up the
compos quite bad, didnt show entries or showed them 30 minutes late (without
music then)."
"as i told already before, i like a private atmosphere were you can talk to
ppl and have fun, which was not possible at breakpoint, at least not for me,
the bad organising made me very pissed."
"at least i paid my entrance after i woke up again, what other sceners that
were drunk before the official start of the party, did not."
"i am not sorry that i was drunk, why should i be??? i can drink as much as
i want, and if i want i can even drink myself to death (which seems more to
be a job of bronix, hehe :)"
"so stop taking yourself too important, you are replaceable like everyone of
us, just human, nothing more ;)"
"no scoopex member pissed on anyone, dkdman is not a member of scoopex, and
well, i am not responsible for what other ppl do, that's more your job, if
you call yourself organizier of a party, so blame it on yourself that
someone pissed into your partyhall."
"thank you :)"
added on the 2004-04-16 by tmb^scx
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Ha ha! The generally pitiful and self-justifying whingerant of the toerag
amuses! I thought that this comment especially "you are replaceable like
everyone of us, just human, nothing more ;)" was most outstanding.
Seems to me like tmb is auditioning to become a lesser life-form, drunken
amoeba perhaps!?
Back to the delectably pissed off Scamp for another word now..
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"Ok, so the problem is solved. If tmb didn't plan to show up at BP2005
anyway, I don't really see any use in this thread. :)"
"eye: We don't have a problem with people getting too drunk. We don't have a
problem with people pukeing. We've got a problem with people we try to help
to survive who later then tell us how lame we are and that they have a right
to die etc yadada. And everyone with a brain knows that "just don' care
then" is not an option if you do not wish to go to jail as a party
organizer."
added on the 2004-04-16 by scamp
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Fine final words from Scamp, I'm just a little concerned about the
excessively liberal parts of their party organisation. "We don't have a
problem with people getting too drunk, puking etc...." But he is right on
the money regarding ungrateful fuckwits with a deathwish drinking habit!
Now to ban the other 1499 of them for next year?
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Okay, we're into themed aspects of misery here, starting with the cold chill
fingers of that most final of resting places, the sleeping hall!!
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Extract from Lobotomy's report..
Thursday: Arrived. No food was available. Decided to sleep. The sleeping
hall wasn't being heated, so it was cold as fuck. During the night (around
7:30 actually) some drunken Norwegian motherfucker stepped on my head, my
feet and my glasses, the last of which broke (repairably, but anyway). The
MF in question has now been identified as Slummy of Spaceballs. Fuckings to
Norway.
Extract from Mikko "Break" Nieminen's blog..
And what can be said about the sleeping hall that hasn't already been said?
There was supposed to be some heating, but the place seemed colder than hell
on the day when Instant Ejakulation released a finished compo demo. I had
even been dumb enough to borrow my sister's light sleeping bag instead of my
industrial strength Siberia-proof one, so hypothermia was only a few shakes
away. I passed out quickly though, although I have no idea how I even
managed to find my bag in the dark much less roll out the needed sleeping
accessories.
(And this later on..)
But there was no choice - I had to give in to the meat locker's call and
catch more downtime.
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And I've seen pictures of the sleeping shed, gawd, what a grim scene! One
difference from the arctic tent we so loved from Mekka, at least it is a
permanent structure, a hangar or something. So heat-sapping concrete
replaces thin wood and canvas, err great!
Next, we consider the facilities available, or perhaps not?
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Extract from Mikko "Break" Nieminen's blog..
Sunday didn't exactly begin on a high note. I intended to take a shower, but
it turned out that the facilities at Bingen had already closed by the time I
crawled out of the cryogenic storage. The enormous steak sandwitch I got
from the GP stand got rid of my hunger, but I remained extremely tired and
dirty and didn't feel like partying at all.
Extract from Spot/Up Rough's report..
The food at the party was of QUITE german standard, curry wurst disgusting
meat like that. In another food stand they sold sandwiches and some
vegetarian food that was a bit better, but they where really unfriendly and
refused to speak english. Gilligan/Triad did let them know about it though!
;)
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I wonder what the organisers talk about when they have meetings to decide
what to do for next year?
Org 1: "Okay, we've read the feedback, it seems that people are pissed off
with freezing to death in the sleeping place, not happy with being able to
get clean again, and would like the food service to operate with a pretence
of a smile at least, what are we going to do about those pressing
concerns?!"
Org 2: "No, didn't hear any of that, don't care anyway. So who've we got
down for next year's drunk freakshow then?!"
Which leads nicely on to the next topic!
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Extract from Mikko "Break" Nieminen's blog..
I wasn't the only one getting back into party gear though. Bronix and
Finland's own Nosfe were well prepaired for the Mr.Freshness compo : The
former was pushed around in a shopping cart, in which he performed a
spectacular urination performance in front of a German TV crew. The latter
was carried away from the fire early on, with his private parts immortalized
by several digital cameras for the generations ahead. I missed the actual
compo inside, but if memory and rumours serve correctly it culminated in Sir
Garbagetruck strolling around naked and Jaffa of IRC-Galleria fame
reportedly providing someone with a blowjob. That sounds totally happy to
me!
The Nude Michael Moore lookalike competition gets underway....
Extract from Spot/Up Rough's report..
Fairlight organized a 'Mr Freshness compo' and some disgusting sceners where
told to enter the stage. The most unfresh dude would win the compo. Hell
broke loose. Some finish dude in Dekadence undressed to get some more
attention. And then Sir Garbage Truck entered the stage with his ... well
... American body! People started shouting "Undress!!!" and he actually did,
at that point my eyes stopped focusing on the stage, I focused on the floor
instead. The organizers was quite happy about the distractions I guess, as
some compo was heavilly delayed and people was busy looking at the freaks on
the stage, forgetting about the compo. Well, the freaks wouldn't leave the
stage, and Bronix dropped his pants aswell, and the some guy starting
sucking him off, I don't know who, as I was so disgusted I didn't dare to
look!
After that Sir Garbage truck and that dude from Dekadence was still at the
the stage and the Dekadence guy starting talking really serious drunk
nonsense about the scene, I booed and Sir Garbage truck got really angry,
most of the audience was quite fed up at that point, and Gilligan/Triad
immitaded the BP04 jingle and shouted (reffering to a certain american body)
"Bubba Fat, Bubba Fat, please come to the information disk, someone is
waiting for you!" I laughed so hard I almost fell off my chair!
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It might be me, and you can call me unnecessarily fastidious, I won't mind,
but don't you think that giving out spontaneous blowjobs to strange baboons
of dubious personal hygiene might be a good indicator that your drinking
habits are WAY out of control!?!
Oh look, we almost forgot the other traditional amusement of the bigger demo
party! Porno rules!
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Extract from Spot/Up Rough's report..
When it was time for the price ceremony, Steeler entered the stage and
announced a surprize compo. They had logged the biggest porn FTP at
breakpoint. The winner had leeched 65 gigs(!!!) of porn I believe, and the
runner up had tried to hide himself behind three different IP's, but they
got him, together with his name and his table number! It was hilarious. The
winner even entered the stage and collected his price, 10 meters of printed
logs, and something that I can't remember! :)
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And so thoughts turn regretfully to the end of the party vibe, and the
journey home..
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Extract from Mikko "Break" Nieminen's blog..
Everyone got in the bus nicely, even Virne who was crawling around looking a
little less sober than most of us.
(And a little later..)
Everyone got on the 737 safely, even Virne whose blue lips caused some
concern among the aircraft personnel. Our fellow passengers probably
appreciated the eau de scene floating around though. The flight went
smoothly in a comatose state of sleeping and drooling, and not long after we
found ourself back at the Tampere railway station having come full circle.
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Okay, and a final bit to see how impressed the rest of Bingen was, with
their prestige scene event of a lifetime. I've got a feeling that they've
been reading some of the party reports with keen interest!
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Extract from jazzman^flugeldufel's report..
Breakpoint's return to this place was an obvious choice, but far from easy
to realize, or so I heard the city government of Bingen had been opposing
the use of this location vigorously. I fail to imagine a sensible reason for
this behavior, the city can only profit, and there are no neighbors to
annoy.
A pity, actually, that lack of neighbors... we could have sent over a
delegation of delirious Finns for a spontaneous serenade. Jawohl, jawohl,
wir trinken Alkohol, jawohl! But i disgress.
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Now aren't you glad we have our own party without any of this crap!
CiH, for Alive Mag,May '04
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