I still dream about those parties. We would gather in the youth centre, supervised, with a digital projector borrowed from the school (with permission), in sleeping bags, lying on the floor, projecting onto the roof, staying up until 4am…
Slappers only, no Oddjob. ;)
No, usually it was: autoaim off, pistols, one-hit-kills, no Oddjob.
The youth centre was an old church (that the church had outgrown). So it had a huge white gabled roof at exactly the right angle for comfort. Was a blast
I still dream about those parties. We would gather in the youth centre, supervised, with a digital projector borrowed from the school (with permission), in sleeping bags, lying on the floor, projecting onto the roof, staying up until 4am…
Slappers only, no Oddjob. ;)
No, usually it was: autoaim off, pistols, one-hit-kills, no Oddjob.
Projecting onto the roof is pure genius!
The youth centre was an old church (that the church had outgrown). So it had a huge white gabled roof at exactly the right angle for comfort. Was a blast