Monday, November 11, 2013

VIP: Very Inappropriate Promotion (Account of a Halloween Attraction)

Taking a page out of Muppets for Justice's book, I am going to provide you with a personal account of a recent event because I'm sapped of creativity at the moment. 

What was supposed to be a delightful addition to a Saturday night turned out to be, well, pretty lousy. This isn't a particular interesting account, just another event in my relatively mediocre life.

Saturday, October 12

6:53pm
We’ve safely arrived at the Abington Zombie Apocalypse, an interactive zombie killing experience in an unintentionally post-apocalyptic-looking warehouse. We’ve procured our VIP tickets online, bought at the price of a regular ticket due to a limited time promotion.  We arrive at the warehouse and take in the sight of 2,000 hormonal teenagers, 1,000 heavy-diapered toddlers, and about 14 adults. We find that the VIP line is 10 times longer than the regular line. After some deliberation, we decide to secure our position in the VIP line despite the vast difference in length.

I'd sacrifice my PEZ collection, if I could feel an ounce of the amusement
these people are radiating (Image Source).

7:01pm
The line has branched off into three different segments. The ability to form a straight line was an attribute that humans abandoned approximately 7,000 years ago to make room for the socially acceptable trait of spitting on sidewalks. A member of the staff attempts to correct the issue. Against all odds, the staff member manages to gain the attention of approximately 1,000 reluctant, well-oiled teenagers and form a relatively strait line. However, we’re now further from the entrance.

8:01pm
We’ve been waiting an hour with not much progress, but we’ve been here an hour; no sense in abandoning our progress now.

8:32pm
The first siting of a woman, under the influence of LSD, PCP, ABC, or 123 occurs. She is arguing with a male companion who is ineffectively attempting to cool her jets. It is apparent that this discussion is riddled with intelligent discussions of “fake-ass bitches,” her distaste of said male companion, and her want—no—need of a veggie burger. The discussion ends in the male companion receiving a hearty slap to the face, obviously well-deserved due to his lack of a veggie burger.

9:01pm
We’ve been waiting 2 hours with not much progress, but we’ve been here 2 hours; no sense in abandoning our progress now.

9:23pm
Second siting of the woman occurs. It is obvious she has not fulfilled her desire for a veggie burger, but the male companion assures her, her husband will arrive any minute with the veggie burger. She hugs him in response. The crowd goes wild. She deserts the hug out of embarrassment and slaps the male companion for the second (?) time.

10:01pm
We’ve been waiting 3 hours with only moderate progress, but we’ve been here 3 hours; no sense in abandoning our progress now.

10:12pm
We notice two unfamiliar faces ahead of us in line. These two foreign males are immediately deemed line-cutters. While they are sitting on some cinderblocks in line, we take turns farting on them. They remain steadfast. It isn’t until later that their parents come to pick them up. Justice prevails.

10:32pm
We see some of the zombie extras leaving the facility. We begin floundering in an expanding puddle of doubt. Shortly following this discouraging sight, one of the staff members alerts the crowd that the 15 minute attraction will henceforth be only 8 minutes.

10:42pm
The third, and as we came to find out, last sighting of the veggie burger woman. A cloud of mist spirals in the distance about 20 feet away. We come to find out that the mist was the result of the veggie burger woman’s husband being maced in the face. Apparently, the veggie burger woman’s violent actions toward the staff got her husband maced to death. Cops carry away the Bonnie and Clyde-like duo in handcuffs.

11:01pm
We’ve been waiting 4 hours with noticeable progress, but we’ve been here 4 hours; no sense in abandoning our progress now.

11:20pm
Entertain ourselves with shadow puppets on the ceiling of the tent. The inevitable middle finger of a vagrant teenager puts a stop to the show.

12:01am
We’ve been waiting 5 hours with a lot of progress. We’ve been here 5 hours; no sense in abandoning our progress now.

12:15am
Enter the building to find that there’s another line, but at least there’s a TV showing the Red Sox game.

12:34am
Finally enter the zombie-killing field. It was a pretty fun 8 minutes, despite having waited over 5 hours and notwithstanding the lack of zombies considering the departure of half their extras earlier on in the night.

12:42am

Go home feeling relatively unsatisfied and having wasted a Saturday night.

14 comments:

  1. Who knew the zombie apocalypse would be so underwhelming?

    So what exactly was the experience? Did you walk through a maze while people pretended to eat your brains? Either way sounds like a horrible wait for an awful attraction. At least you got to see someone get maced.

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    1. Oh, yeah. It'd probably be good to explain what exactly I was waiting for. Well, you go with a group of about 8 people, and these really angry drill sargents yell at you. They then give you an empty airsoft gun and bring you into this warehouse that's made up to look like a post-apocalyptic city (chain-link fences, dim lighting, and... walls). Zombies then come at you from all directions as you try to complete objectives (get from point A to B). In order to kill the zombies, you had to shoot them twice in the chest and once in the head, though they usually never stopped charging until they mustered up a dramatic enough death. It WAS fun, but definitely not worth the wait. Also, there was a lot of tripping and bumping into each other as the zombies tried to molest you.

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  2. That does sound like quite a waste. At least you got to see some crazy people and high people. They make things much more fun.

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    1. Yes, they do. Fortunately, she didn't direct any attention toward me because, for some reason, crazies are always drawn to me, despite my serial killer-esque appearance.

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  3. Yeah but after those 8 minutes I'm sure you are now 100% trained and ready to handle the zombie apocalypse if/when it comes.

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    1. Well, I'm all caught up with Walking Dead. So I have the fundamentals down. 1) Never leave anyone on post; have everyone sleep at once. 2) Three drooling zombies in a wide open field are more dangerous than 1,000 zombies cornering you. 3) Always think of the zombies as humans despite having had to deal with them for over a year. 4) Never call the zombies 'zombies'.

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  4. Zombies I'm not afraid of.

    Infected "zombie-like" humans? Now that gets me running.

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    1. They were runners, to boot. Also, they kept grabbing at my ankles even after I double-tapped. They were cheating!

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  5. This post sounds like a complete retelling of my last sexual experience.

    Also, if that's what that woman would do for a veggie burger, imagine what she'd do for chocolate. I shudder at the thought.

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    1. "She doesn't seem to be enjoying it anymore, but it's been 58 seconds, no sense in abandoning progress now."

      And, I find veggie burgers disgusting, but if whatever she was on made her feel that passionate about veggie burgers, then I'll have what she's having.

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  6. Veggie burgers? How can someone CRAVE a veggie burger unless it were laced with drugs? o_O

    -Barb

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    1. That's what I thought. Maybe that's why her husband got maced? Perhaps he had a hollowed out veggie burger stuffed with PCP?

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  7. Really, the longest lines I've ever stood in have been for haunted attractions. I don't know what it is about them! It definitely helps to have crazy people in line to watch to pass the time. Thank goodness for the slapping lady!

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    1. Exactly, crazy people make everything better as long as you're no the focus of their attention/rage.

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