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Now available: FERMENTVM NIGRVM DEI SEPVLTI (Black Yeast of the Buried God) from LotFP! Text by me, illustrations by Gonzalo Æneas, layout by Jacob Hurst, editing by Joshua Blackketter, maps by Alex Mayo. OSR adventure set in a brewing abbey in historical Westphalia.
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Slinging speakers from the ceiling, pointed up, might work.
I’ve fantasized about it, believe me. Hopefully, since I’ll be in some kind of faculty apartment building next time, I won’t need to worry about this kind of thing.
Yes, I like Julia’s idea. Many years ago I lived in a stucco bi-level duplex. My rommate and I were upstairs. One day a bunch of frat-boys moved in downstairs, and I reckon they thought it was their god-given right to party thier asses off at home, right about the clock struck midnight– and their momma’s never trained them to shut, not SLAM, a door. They also didn’t seem to understand, after being asked to shut the fuck up after midnight more than five times, that they should take it elsewhere. One morning they woke me up singing Green Day (mall-punk) at the top of their lungs. Usually, it was the worst of Aerosmith (post 70’s), or goddamn “suck-my-dick-bitch” rap.
So, one fine Saturday morning, I got up good and early. I made sure their Jeep Cherokees and window-tinted four-by-fours were out there. I threw John Coltrane’s “Ascension”, plus other elephants in heat classics, in the player, turned the speakers toward the floor, cranked the volume, pressed repeat, and spent the day away from home.
I’m sure I’ve told you about that, Gord, but there it is again.
Don’t fantasize. Do….
Well, but it seems Wednesday night is their big party/yell/fight night and I shall only be spending one, or perhaps two, more Wednesday nights here. However, I shall remember this technique for next time.
And yeah, John, you told me that story before, but it was good then and good again.