Fatmop wrote:I get the feeling Rarebit likes to put on very public events every so often, just to remind us why private ones are so much more fun. 
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You may just be on to something there.
2 comments that stuck out to me:
- "This is so uber *CENSORED*!"
If you don't like it then leave instead of ruining it for the people that want to be there and participate for fun. Incidentally, you make yourself look like a fool.
- "How about a question that doesn't require I go to the matrix school of uber geekdom?"
Let's see... You're at an event IN THE MATRIX (an MMORPG - mmo Role Playing Game), about a celebration of hope, the Bread Feast, being offered a reward by a MAJOR GAME CHARACTER. The story of the Bread Feast is from the Matrix Comics (and is readable online for free) and shows some of the origins of Morpheus' beliefs... and you complain about being asked questions about the Bread Feast.
For an encore you should go on The Price is Right and say "Why don't you ask questions that aren't about prices?"
Again, no-one really knew if you were a fool... until you opened your mouth and proved it. 
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As for the gathering. I thought Michael Popper's words could not have come at a more appropriate time. Centuries ago Men fought great wars against each other over the usual sort of things; greed for land, honour, religion, their right to live. In the midst of these senseless conflicts people always found moments of common ground where they could share a drink or a cigarette.
There is even a story that I came across while working in the maintenance hangars, when a scavaging party brought back some books and more of those ancient movie discs that Geoffry once saw. It was a historical account of what was (at the time) called World War 2. On this occasion it was the day of December 24th and both sides, the English and the Germans had been shelling and shooting and stabbing each other for weeks (no EJOP here folks, real blood and everything). What was worse is that they all knew that there was a good chance the fighting would continue for some time more. With the corpses of their friends and enemies begining to pile high and decompose, the fields were just about the most horrific place you could imagine.
Amongst all of this, the soldiers realised that the annual festival of Christmas (the celebration of the birth of their religious saviour) was upon them. This Christmas was a festival much like the Bread Feast. It was a time where people celebrated and gave thanks for what they had now, friends, family, loved ones, food, life and freedom. The soldiers of both sides agreed that Christmas and what it represented was so much more important than the war they were fighting, that they arranged a ceasefire for the day. They allowed the fighters to attend to their wounded, bury their dead and eat a christmas meal in peace. A number of officers and soldiers even set up a table in the middle of the battlefield and shared a meal of bread and water with each other.
Sure the Oracle has said, quite rightly too, "Nothing ever goes quite as planed." But as Kid said "Not everything has to end in fighting."
Also a big thank you to the Oracle for extending an olive branch. Your presence always brings a smile to my face.
Something to think about for the "Holiday season".