Clan UMTS:  a beautiful way of life.
THESE ARE A FEW OF OUR DETESTED THINGS  

HAPPINESS MAY BE A WARM PUPPY, BUT THE REAL JOY IS IN HATRED.   
 

 
 


TAKE A LOOK AROUND YOU.  
Everyone hates something.  Some people hate Erkel.  Some of us hate disease.  Spiceboy apparently hates silence and speaking intelligibly.  The point is, we are united in our hatred.  Hatred is a global constant, and, properly exercised, it can bring us together in ways we never thought possible.  Even as we speak, however, there are people fighting tooth and nail against hatred.  Amnesty International.  My therapist.  Dan Fogelberg.  We have fought this human emotion long enough.  It is time to give in.
 

Where the railgun is
It's like a car wreck.  You want to look away, but you can't
"Take my advice, or I'll spank you without pants."
Because the bus to NoHo doesn't come for another 45 minutes.
 I am damn unsatisfied to be killed in this way.
Look at all the chunks!
"Camper!"
Ooo, something shiny!
Send us some Rush tickets or something.
 
  1. What follows is a list of things that we, as a clan, hate.  It is by no means a comprehensive list, as we are adding new things to hate every second of every day.  Watch out, you may be next. 

    People who talk about campers:  You know, before I started playing Quake online, I never heard so many people bitching about such a ridiculous thing.  Look...the truth is that campers never win a level.  Just rail them and move on.  Also, just because you came around the corner and see someone near a weapon that hasn't respawned doesn't mean they are a camper.  Did you ever think that they got there just before you did?  

    Uninterruptable power supplies that beep for eight weeks straight and whose keepers claim they fixed although their network messages are still interrupting our Quake games:  Here's the story.  For the last two months or so, the server's UPS has been beeping at least once a day for anywhere from 30 seconds to, say, 3 minutes at a time.  Think of your alarm clock:  loud, insistent, annoying.  That wasn't so bad, despite the fact that obviously the sound wasn't accomplishing it's designed function of warning the MIS department that it needed attention.  But recently, Deslock 'fixed' it (probably by saying some mystical MIS spell, such as "Oh, yes, that'll be fixed next week at the latest.").  Nevertheless, the very next day or so, the UPS not only beeps for a minute or so, but it suddenly chooses to begin sending out messages over the network to any Windows '98 computer at the exact moment that Chzdanish and Predator are running away from some asshole with a railgun (most likely Deslock, who, conveniently, was playing from home and therefore was not affected by the UPS's hissy fit).  Quake promptly folded up and fainted, causing Chzdanish to write this rant.  

    People who say they'll do a Quake Clan page and then take a month to get started:  This one's just to keep the MIS department from feeling singled out.  I'm a busy man. 

    Keys bound to phrases like "You're a boy playing a man's game."  I've got news for you folks--a good taunt only works once or twice, and should be used on a different person each time .  That way it doesn't lose it's value as a taunt.  Here, try this experiment:

    1. 1.  Locate a mirror big enough to see your whole face in. 

      2.  Stare into it for forty-five minutes while saying your name over and over again.


    At the end of the experiment, you'll notice that not only has your name lost it's meaning, but you'll want to punch yourself in the mouth to boot.  

    Repetetive "doing-the-dozens" conversations, inspired by bound keys:  Recently, I witnessed the following conversation while playing Quake: 
     

    1. THE DUDE:  fuck you. 
      B-TRAIN:  Mo fo 
      THE DUDE:  fuck you. 
      [UMTS]Chzdanish was railed by [UMTS]Deslock. 
      B-TRAIN:  Mo fo 
      THE DUDE:  fuck you. 
      [UMTS]Chzdanish was railed by [UMTS]Predator. 
      THE DUDE:  fuck you. 
      THE DUDE:  fuck you. 
      B-TRAIN:  Mo fo 
      B-TRAIN:  Mo fo 
      [UMTS]Chzdanish was railed by [UMTS]Deslock. 
      THE DUDE:  fuck you. 
      THE DUDE:  fuck you.

    I think you'll see that there is a rather disturbing circularity to this conversation (especially if you leave in the game's messages about Chzdanish).  The question is this:  has Quake's ability to allow the user to bind keys to phrases like 'Mo fo' really enhanced the game for anyone (beyond The Dud and B-Train)?  

    In addition, I am wondering whether such features are teaching our young people how to interact successfully with others of their peer group (I am sure that both The Dude and B-Train are somewhere between 12 and 13.  Approximately).  Let us imagine for a moment that [UMTS]Deslock, in his capacity of MIS Manager, is interviewing one of these people for an open position in his department.  Applying for the job is The Dude.  Deslock is conducting the interview with The Dude while they are both connected to a Quake server (if you knew Deslock, you would know that such an idea is not entirely unrealistic).  I imagine the interview would go something like this: 
     

    1. [UMTS]Deslock:  Why are you applying for this position? 
      THE DUDE:  fuck you. 
      [UMTS]Chzdanish was railed by [UMTS]Roswell. 
      [UMTS]Deslock:  I see.  Can you tell me the function of a subnet mask in TCP/IP? 
      THE DUDE:  fuck you. 
      [UMTS]Deslock:  Are you in fact a sensate human being? 
      THE DUDE:  fuck you. 
      THE DUDE:  fuck you. 
      [UMTS]Chzdanish was railed by [UMTS]Predator. 
      THE DUDE:  fuck you. 
      THE DUDE was railed by [UMTS]Deslock. 
       
    You see my point. 

    Newsflash! 

    THE DUDE has struck again! In response to the perfectly reasonable comments above, he has chosen to weigh in via the Yodas Barn Message Board.  Oh, I'm so excited!  It's nice to have one's sweepingly generalized assumptions about a person proven right.  To wit: 
     

    1. Posted by THE DUDE on January 28, 1999 at 21:57:45: 

      I'D JUST LIKE TO SAY TO ALL THE FUCKING QUEERS OVER AT UMTS THAT THEY CAN ALL SUCK ON MY NUTS, BECAUSE THEY THINK THEY [sic.] FUNNY BY MAKING FUN OF ME ON THERE [sic.] PUNK ASS WEB PAGE. THEY THINK THEY [sic.] REAL [sic.] FUNNY AND SHIT[sic.] WELL ITS [sic.] JUST TOO BAD THEY'RE A BUNCH OF FUCKING FLAMING QUEERS [sic.] AND I'D LIKE TO LET THEM KNOW THAT THE DUDE WILL BE MAKING A COMEBACK AT THE BARN SO THE [sic.] BETTER CHECK THEMSELVES, FOOL [sic.]. 


    [In the interests of fostering communication between ourselves and the Dude (for whom English is obviously a second language), the remainder of this topic will be written in Dudish] 

    Whell, Dood, wee UMTS fuking qwears ahr indede cheking rselves, eeven az wee speek.  Ef ownly weed knowd houw apset yud bee et owr rumahrks, weeda naver sed sech theengs  Wee ahr turriblee sawry, end weell naver doo et agin   

    Yer stil a Mo'fo, haowevr.

 
 


 

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Get Netscape, dammit. This site looks best when you use Netscape Navigator 4.0 or better, at 800x600.  If you don't have Netscape, close your eyes and think to yourself, "I'm a loser."  And for Christ's sweet sake, go get a video card that doesn't suck.  Jeez, I bought one for $25 and it gives me 1152x864. UMass Transit Service has nothing officially to do with this web site.  However, many of the viewpoints that will eventually be expressed herein will probably create active ulcers for our bosses.  I cry a salty tear. This site was created by [UMTS]Chzdanish.  Three cheers for mediocrity!