Ohai thar. Hokay, raid had a delayed start due to lack of people showing up. First up was myself and Skull, with Skull trying to ninja me but failing due to my recently gained Ninja Detection perk (levelling up after my first year of raiding, yo). Then, because we're fucking hardcore rebels, we sat in the Starbucks seating area armed with Nero's coffee waiting for everyone else to show up. Fuckeye actually got up on time (I totally didn't bully him into doing so, nope) and made the raid! And then the Dovahkiin showed up and shit got real. Then White and Bawsy, but they're not important, so no one cares. Usual Hell March to the org, and then wooooo music and loud noises, with Chef's Salty Chocolate Balls causing Skull to give me the look of death behind his mask. Because we're awesome, we deduced from the Scilons oh so subtle actions that they were calling the police, and sneakily packed our shit up faster than you can say 'UMADBRO', before disappearing into the fog, cackling. Lurking in the deep mist of anonymity, we watched as some Scilons stepped out, ready to flee down the road from our overpowering presence, only to find we'd gone the fuck away. Another fem!scilon scout appeared, now nicknamed 'Fuzzy', and glanced about looking for us, as if waiting for us to appear and shout at her and hit her with sticks. Nay! We remained hidden, and eventually Fuzzy took out her phone and went off down the street talking into it. It can't be confirmed, but it is believed she went looking for us while ringing the police to tell them not to bother wasting their time by coming to the org, because we weren't there being disruptful SPs. After about ten minutes, we went back to the org to be disruptful SPs. DK eventually showed up, many leaflets were handed out (srsly, guise, can someone print some more off? I'm broke and probably won't be able to afford more anytime soon D: ), and the public were generally receptive. We decided to put the troll cannon in the suitcase and leave the suitcase open so the music would still be clear, but we'd be able to pack it away if the police were called again. However, the jedi kid of legend decided 'fuck that', and rattled the suitcase enough for the troll cannon to decide it really didn't want to live anymore and fall the fuck over, cutting the music out. But it survived. Yay. After many failed jedi mind tricks from Skull and Eight to try and get me to change the music-- "These aren't the tunes we're looking for." "Change the track then." "┻━┻ ︵ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ︵ ┻━┻" --we called it a day (after Eight rapped perfectly to the Epic Skyrim Rap) and went to the pub. It went something like this: SKYRIMSKYRIMSKYRIM--weird conversation topics--SKYRIMSKYRIMSKYRIM. Then we sat outside under some cool heatlamps and played music on the troll cannon to annoy everyone else outside. Then went inside and played pool, where Fuckeye and I were terribly bad at it, and Skull was all 'fuck this shit, yo' awesome, and Eight was sometimes hilariously bad, but then super awesome enough to own the the shit out of all of us. And he was teaching me how to play pool, yaaaaay. And Fuckeye gave me a light up balloon, so double yay. TL;DR: MANCHESTER RUNS THIS SHIT and you should totally join our raids, if only to be near people as cool as us. ...FOG.