OCS The Fifth.
It to me is more authentic than the fourth one. It had the elements of spontaneity, of everyone being involved in the planning and decision making. It was fun, it was an adventure, and it was more than just a competition.
There were four teams, two named themselves, two I’m naming here for the sake of awesome (bonus points if you guess who was who based purely on the names).
- Team Anarchy at a Train Station
- Team End of Days
- Team Lone Wolf
- Team Stylish Hobos
The first team was, of course, myself, Sir Newey and His Rafiness. The second K, Ngaiola, Madeleinski, Hannah and Theo. The third Colin and the fourth David, Sir Beccles, Chloeicles and Dougall.
We had a twenty hour day, and whilst our team came together at five o’clock Friday, we weren’t to know this until eleven of the clock Saturday morning, having lost half our team in twenty four hours.
I say ‘lost’. What I really mean is that we socially optimised our team.
I mean, unrestrained by those who dropped out, we:
- Invented a new language
- Achieved self-actualisation* (just tick the boxes) and emerged enlightened
- Rolled down hills
- Found a ‘Kiss and Ride’ (a freaking kiss and ride. it was amazing.)
- Made friends with a guy in a computer shop
- Allocated a special circle of hell reserved for trackwork buses
- Gained a collective noun (we are a suboptimal of Us)
- Ate 500g of corn chips
- Improved upon the train number game – 10 points is the base level, 69 is bonus points
- Gazed upon the neon lights of studio 32 (it was so a brothel)
- Determined that glass houses are want, but the ones with spiral staircases are need
- Created life in the form of our glowy ball of doom mascot
- Managed to spend six hours getting….one point. But by cutting our losses got back on track!
- Vowed to buy a bus and splatter it with paint, in tribute to the paint splattered train
- Consumed obscene amounts of food dye in the form of rainbow cupcakes, and sugar in the form of gummy lollies.
- Basked in the (suboptimal compared to Otford) glory of Thirroul for a good two hours. Have I mentioned yet that trackwork buses should burn in hell? They should.
- Utilised the adrenaline gained from sprinting to take photos of station signs
- Managed to go directly past a station we needed. Artarmon is just not our place.
- Discovered that Berowra does it right when it comes to not locking everything up as soon as the light goes away.
And I now have a top hat for a year
“you’re not ugly…just inoptimally pretty”
*Common traits amongst people who have reached self-actualization are:
- They embrace reality and facts rather than denying truth.
- They are spontaneous.
- They are interested in solving problems.
- They are accepting of themselves and others and lack prejudice.