The Anime NebrasKon people have done it again. Sunday, August 30th, they will be hosting another Fan BBQ in Elmwood Park: The Anime Nebraskon Super Battle Frenzy BBQ. If you don’t know where Elmwood Park is, it is right behind the UNO campus, just south of 60th and Dodge. Find the picnic area and look for people in costumes 2PM or as the organizer, Caleb Combs says “3ish in Otaku Time for most of you.”
So Caleb, who is invited to this shindig?
“Everyone and Anyone which includes and is not limited to the following: Con Staff, Con Attendees, Their Friends, Their Family, NUKE Con Staff, OSFES Staff, Otaku Get Together, Otaku Omaha Staff, UN Otaku Anime Hoshii, Nebraska Amtgard, Anime Sunday, and anyone else who likes anime or a good BBQ!
“To sum it up this is for everyone to come together and just enjoy some good food, talk about anime, comics, sci-fi, fantasy, LARPs, RPGs, smack each other with foam weapons, and wear really awesome home made nerd armor.”
They are planning several events:
SUPER BATTLE FRENZY (team foam combat)
Armor and Weapons contests
o Best Original Armor
o Best Original Weapon
o Best Female Armor
o Best Male Armor
An anime version of WHOSE LINE IS IT ANYWAY?
A BATTLE FRENZY CARAMELLDANSEN REMIX
A BATTLE FRENZY SIDE DISH CONTEST;
o Bring a side dish, give it a name, and the judges decide who is the Ultimate Bringer of the Epicness of Side Dishes.
Best Tasting
Best Name
POKEMON BATTLE/TRADE GATHERING: Bring your DS and your Pokemon. But please e-mail Cay Combs at Marketing@animenebraskon.com, so he can make a list of who's bringing their DS for others who ask.
INTERGALACTIC WATERGUN FIGHT
There is no cost to attend this event. But it is a potluck feast so please bring beverages (non-alcoholic, as alcohol is illegal in City of Omaha parks), a dessert, a side dish, chips, or a main dish of some type.
If you are not interested in participating in any of the planned events, still come and meet the lively people who are. This is a good time to renew old friendships, make new ones, and see what is happening in the Omaha Sci-Fi Scene.
For more information, contact Caleb “Cay” Combs:
Marketing@animenebraskon.com
MYSPACE.COM/I1KIDDYNAMITE1I
facebook.com/people/Cay-Combs/212300006
402-452-1553
In the event of rain, this will be postponed to 9-6-09. If you are bringing food, please notify Cay or add what you are bringing to a wall post. Thank you and hope to see you there!
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
The Anime Nebraskon Super Battle Frenzy BBQ
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
It Came From The Con Suite
I know many of you have been waiting for this - so here is the story written at OSFest 2 on the Con Suite wall:
The con chair lay in a pool of blood. The color of the blood was a light green, and smelled like pancakes. They were Good! The congealed sticky, parts splattered to the far corners of the room. “They don’t pay me enough to clean this!” She thought as she entered the room. She started to wipe up the mess with a sponge, but it stuck. She tried to let go of the sponge but she was stuck to that too. It took eight of Artoo’s tools, including his heavy duty wrench, to get them unstuck. Unfortunately, she’s now stuck to him. And then the rocks began to fall. Heisenberg may have been here. Instead of bouncing off, or crushing them, they stuck. Only the fact that the rocks stuck prevented an avalanche that would have wiped out the valley below. “EVERY Thing is all sticky!” She bellowed. To which a passer by replied, “That’s what she said.” But just then something strange happened, the green sticky blood began to glow. The two stared in horrified fascination as the blood began to envelop them both, seeming the crawl up their arms. But they didn’t mind because it all still smelled like pancakes. “Root beer is sticky” says John Pershing. MMMM, Root Beer flavored pancakes. They thought as the started to rise into the air. Suddenly they heard a noise that sounded like the death rattle of 1000 wild nerf. And then the “Shat” hit the fan….
Falling out of the sticky, sweet, coagulated blood they realized by the smell of sulfur and sounds of screams that they had landed themselves in their own personal hell.
I left the iron on at home…
“Oh no! The Children! The Children…!”
“Oh fantast free me!!!”
And more rocks fell?
Rocks fall, everyone dies?
Resurrection being cheap everyone is put back to work
I hope they have hard hats…
[Obviously a musical interlude that includes a dance number and with jazz hands!! And “spirit fingers”]
After time-space corrected itself, the girl and Artoo found they were free from the green, glowing, pancake-scented blood. However, it had gained sentience, and spoke in a gurgly voice…”Feed Me!”
They turned and ran back to the green pancake scented blood. She stripped off her headband and soaked it in the blood, then flung it at the hungry creature.
“Eat this!” She screamed. A random passerby replied, “that’s what he said” as the bloody headband hit the green blood it sunk in and dissolved then the green blood began to grow.
Superman’s a ninja.
The cake's a lie.
Join us next year at OSFest 3: Under Construction where we will again tape pink butcher paper to the Con Suite wall for everyone to contribute to another wonderous piece of fan fiction.
Share and Enjoy!
The con chair lay in a pool of blood. The color of the blood was a light green, and smelled like pancakes. They were Good! The congealed sticky, parts splattered to the far corners of the room. “They don’t pay me enough to clean this!” She thought as she entered the room. She started to wipe up the mess with a sponge, but it stuck. She tried to let go of the sponge but she was stuck to that too. It took eight of Artoo’s tools, including his heavy duty wrench, to get them unstuck. Unfortunately, she’s now stuck to him. And then the rocks began to fall. Heisenberg may have been here. Instead of bouncing off, or crushing them, they stuck. Only the fact that the rocks stuck prevented an avalanche that would have wiped out the valley below. “EVERY Thing is all sticky!” She bellowed. To which a passer by replied, “That’s what she said.” But just then something strange happened, the green sticky blood began to glow. The two stared in horrified fascination as the blood began to envelop them both, seeming the crawl up their arms. But they didn’t mind because it all still smelled like pancakes. “Root beer is sticky” says John Pershing. MMMM, Root Beer flavored pancakes. They thought as the started to rise into the air. Suddenly they heard a noise that sounded like the death rattle of 1000 wild nerf. And then the “Shat” hit the fan….
Falling out of the sticky, sweet, coagulated blood they realized by the smell of sulfur and sounds of screams that they had landed themselves in their own personal hell.
I left the iron on at home…
“Oh no! The Children! The Children…!”
“Oh fantast free me!!!”
And more rocks fell?
Rocks fall, everyone dies?
Resurrection being cheap everyone is put back to work
I hope they have hard hats…
[Obviously a musical interlude that includes a dance number and with jazz hands!! And “spirit fingers”]
After time-space corrected itself, the girl and Artoo found they were free from the green, glowing, pancake-scented blood. However, it had gained sentience, and spoke in a gurgly voice…”Feed Me!”
They turned and ran back to the green pancake scented blood. She stripped off her headband and soaked it in the blood, then flung it at the hungry creature.
“Eat this!” She screamed. A random passerby replied, “that’s what he said” as the bloody headband hit the green blood it sunk in and dissolved then the green blood began to grow.
Superman’s a ninja.
The cake's a lie.
Join us next year at OSFest 3: Under Construction where we will again tape pink butcher paper to the Con Suite wall for everyone to contribute to another wonderous piece of fan fiction.
Share and Enjoy!
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