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[Carlo Von Sexron]

Yeah Chris, duh.
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ANYWAY, Halloween:

Scar Stuff

[Christo]

[fruiterian]

so for an actual costume i have no clue what i'm going to do. what i think i'll end up doing is carrying around this little skeleton key thing and and pretend it's a keyblade

also hampshire halloween, trip or treat, whatever the fuck it is... i don't really want to go. D: it's only fun if you like people and/or you're high, and i don't think i'd like to be trippin' when there are people dressed up in crazy shit all over.

i'm a lazy fuck.
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[Tacofiend]

Well, I think it's time that I finally come to terms with the fact that I'm too old to trick or treat... I had a good run, but a 6' 3" seventeen year-old with stubble just isn't going to pass anymore. I'm thinking of just scaring the little kids and stalking the hay wagon as it tours around the neighborhood. Maybe I'll get lucky and one of them will drop their bag...
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[cow_with_gun]

I'll probably do the same. But with THIS costume on.

[possums]

You'd be intrigued to learn that picture is actually of an arcade machine, which very likely wouldn't work as a Halloween costume.

Just, y'know, FYI.

I'm considering going as a bro if I don't go as my best friend.
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[Icculus]

I think I'm going to Halloween Horror Nights at Orlando.

It's raw, I heard.
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[Rocky Sullivan]

so, sp@@ky dudes, how was it?

see we ain't along the lines of celebrating it in Australia but a few kids did come over to my door. I gave them some Parisian Turkish delights.
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[Mikes!]

One thing I'll give San Francisco is that Halloween is some serious business. Everyone is in costume during the day, and they wild the fuck out on the streets at night. Best three and a half-mile drunken stumble back home EVAR.

[Needle Dog]

I went to the Soap Factory's haunted basement. I nearly peed my pants too. It's a haunted hause put on by artists. Here's an artical about it:


The Soap Factory's Haunted Basement is too scary for kids, but you'll scream like one anyway.

By Tom Horgen, Star Tribune
Info: www.soapfactory.org

The waiver you must sign before entering should be the first indication that the Soap Factory's new haunted house is unlike any you've seen before.
There are no cheesy vampires or howling werewolves. It's more psychological than that. And you have to be 18 to enter -- unless you bring your mommy or daddy.

"It's definitely not for kids," one of its creators said.

So what's the deal? It's all about the atmosphere -- atmosphere that could make a grown man pee his pants. OK, I didn't wet myself, but I did scream like a little school girl, with pigtails even. Very embarrassing.

The scene is the cavernous warehouse basement below one of Minneapolis' coolest art galleries. You're sent down in groups of four with a flashlight and told to explore this giant, decrepit basement by following a white line drawn on the dust-covered floor.

I don't want to give much away, but I will say this: You'll inch through claustrophobia-inducing corridors. You'll run into an upside-down cornfield and dodge swinging corpse-filled body bags. Then they'll take your flashlight away, and tell you to make your way through a pitch-black room with only a stretched-out rubber hose to guide you. Try not to cry when stuff starts touching your face. Oh, and there are clowns.

It's all amusing afterward, but kind of disturbing throughout, especially when your friend keeps repeating, "Oh God, oh God!"

The marvel of this haunted house is that it's all DIY. The mastermind is schoolteacher-by-day/crazy-experimental-artist-by-night Chris Pennington, 32. (He's also the guy behind the Ten Second Film Festival.) He and partner Aaron Wojack gathered almost 50 volunteers to clean out the Soap Factory's basement and help create and operate the haunted house.

It's been a long time in the making. They actually built the thing for last Halloween, but the Minneapolis fire marshal shut it down two days before showtime. Pennington said the dark, dingy basement is up to code this year.

But getting it in order was no joke. Even after the art gallery took over the building's first floor in the mid-1990s, the basement was never cleaned out from its decades as a real soap factory and a railroad storage site before that.

"The basement has forever been a giant utility drawer," he said. "It's been a dumpster dive for a lot of artists. People would just go down there and find stuff."

Pennington and his crew reused every piece of scrap they could, but had to clean out some nasty stuff, including old soapmaking materials that had bonded with the basement floor.

"I had to shovel piles and piles of rendered animal fat," he said.

Caked animal fat aside, the grueling process worked out well.

It's scary as hell, as the waiver can attest. So scary that Pennington doesn't want to get blamed if you freak out and go running off into the darkness, hurting yourself. But there is an easier way out:

"We have a 'safe word,' " Pennington said.

If you say it, staff dressed as angels will escort you out. So what's the word?

"Uncle."
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