The thing about that photo is how it wasn’t even an exaggeration of lan parties at the time. Fire code be damned, you get every single person in that room you physically can, no matter how poor the ventilation. Stick one guy in the closet sitting his screen on a file cabinet with a nightstand for a seat. The guy with the smallest monitor sets up on the window sill, with the window holding the monitor in place like a window unit. One guy sets up in the hallway where the power strip barely reaches and everyone for damn sure was screaming so he didn’t miss a call out. Everyone memorized where to step over his six cables because absolutely nobody will turn on a light. There was the guy with the real full tower atx case stuffed with all the hdds and cd drives passing around 3 full binders of burned games and mods and maybe a spindle full of porn if you asked. Anyone who needed to sleep would do it straight on the floor under the folding tables with rigs blowing hot air in their face. When someone gets the last kill in the match and half the room screams WHAT?!, and then everyone steps outside for the council meeting as the AC struggles to make the room almost bearable before next match.
The thing about that photo is how it wasn’t even an exaggeration of lan parties at the time. Fire code be damned, you get every single person in that room you physically can, no matter how poor the ventilation. Stick one guy in the closet sitting his screen on a file cabinet with a nightstand for a seat. The guy with the smallest monitor sets up on the window sill, with the window holding the monitor in place like a window unit. One guy sets up in the hallway where the power strip barely reaches and everyone for damn sure was screaming so he didn’t miss a call out. Everyone memorized where to step over his six cables because absolutely nobody will turn on a light. There was the guy with the real full tower atx case stuffed with all the hdds and cd drives passing around 3 full binders of burned games and mods and maybe a spindle full of porn if you asked. Anyone who needed to sleep would do it straight on the floor under the folding tables with rigs blowing hot air in their face. When someone gets the last kill in the match and half the room screams WHAT?!, and then everyone steps outside for the council meeting as the AC struggles to make the room almost bearable before next match.
This write up really makes it sound more heroic than it would have been, but that’s because smell doesn’t parse well in text. Good piece though.
This guy lanparties