olympics

This week was the week of the 3-d Olympics, a strange event held every year by the 3-D foundations professors. My class/team called ourselves the 13 Dimentions because there was thirteen of us (why else would we have come up with the 13 Dimentions), and our uniforms consisted of our custom made 13D shirts (provided by Sean) encompassed in a flannel shirt of our individual taste.

Upon arrival to the event (held in some sort of Ice-box-watchamawhatsit), our team was to introduce ourselves with a skit. Ours was very half-assed and poorly executed (an introduction was read, a banner with our team name written on it was held up, and we ran through it) because none of us cared much or put in much effort. In my opinion only a jackass would take an opening skit to the 3-D Olympics seriously.

Next our team was split into three demi-teams and sent our separate ways to work on one of three challenges.
My squad's challenge was to build some sort of puppet in 1 hour using the following materials:

Naturally, we started to build a giant monster complete with opening mouth and pinching claws.

Here it is in progress, the snout is based off the design of the stern of one of those canoes that is designed to be suitible for a small outboard or trolling motor (this notion never came up during the construction but I assume its what we were all thinking).

The completed monster was used in yet another skit in which the working claws grabbed teammate Kelly and dragged her into the working mouth (operated by yours truly). The performance was so realistic that I got a little spooked myself, I could only imagine how the audience felt.

 
Naturally, we won that round, killed it in fact. Our class won two out of three competitions yet did not win the whole competition, probably because of our opening skit. Fuck that, real heads know who the true champs are.