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| − | The [[KGB]] Kage is the place where we keep all of our [[hopes]] and [[dreams]]. It is our storage site and primary building location for [[Booth]]. | + | The [[KGB]] ''Kage'' is the place where we keep all of our [[hopes]] and [[dreams]]. It is our storage site and primary building location for [[Booth]]. |
| − | The first Kage was located in the B sub-basement of [[Margaret Morrison]]. It was originally a simple, empty cage, unoccupied and unhappy. Then daring young [[KGB]] members came upon it, placed a | + | The first Kage was located in the [[The Lavish B Level|B sub-basement]] of [[Margaret Morrison]]. It was originally a simple, empty cage, unoccupied and unhappy. Then daring young [[KGB]] members came upon it, placed a lock upon its sacred door, and waited. When, after a year, they found the lock still thereupon, they christened the Kage and moved in. It was in this earliest and most fable-ridden incarnation of the Kage that the [[dreams]] main was discovered, and so it was during that period that most of KGB's dreams were stored and bottled against future need. |
| − | In the year 2003, the [[College of Fine Arts]], which controls [[Margaret Morrison]], lost its Design cluster to the children's school. As a result, they started to turn their attention to the lower basements, where the Kage | + | In the year 2003, the [[College of Fine Arts]], which controls [[Margaret Morrison]], lost its Design cluster to the children's school. As a result, they started to turn their attention to the lower basements, where the Kage resided and where many organizations stored their miscellanies. The intrepid, fearless [[President]] of the [[KGB]] that year organized the other student leaders who controlled space in the basements of [[Margaret Morrison]] to resist the encroachment of [[CFA]], and was successful. However, the victory was short-lived, for following the end of that year, [[CFA]] swept through the B level with fire and the sword, and scourged out all traces of organizational storage. |
| − | The Kage was | + | The Kage was reconstituted on C level, beneath the watchful eyes of CFA's fierce, clan-governed tribal warriors, in a space which made up in industrial-decay chic what it lacked in ease of access. It was broad and filthy of floor, and vastly ample of headroom, and here the Kage resided for the following years. Its expansive chain-link entrance was guarded by a sign which could be reversed -- during Booth season, it read "Welcome"; at other times, "Fuck Off!". |
| − | In 2006, they finally got us to leave [[Margaret Morrison]], by giving us a room right under [[ | + | In 2006, they finally got us to leave [[Margaret Morrison]], by giving us a room right under [[Stever]]. There's much less headroom, but you [couldn't] beat the commute to [[Midway]]. |
| − | The Kage is entrusted to the keeping of the [[Sergeant at Arms]]. Any [[stuff]] that is collected for [[KGB]] should be given to the [[Sergeant at Arms]] for storage until such time as the revolution finds a use for it. | + | The Kage is entrusted to the keeping of the [[Sergeant at Arms]]. Any [[stuff]] that is collected for [[KGB]] should be given to the [[Sergeant at Arms]] for storage until such time as [[The Revolution|the revolution]] finds a use for it. |
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| + | The Kage includes a mini fridge, intended to be stocked with nourishing elixirs (Pepsi) for our mightiest comrades (booth builders). Alas, the comrades of years past grew avaricious, and attempted to play God by storing meat (in the form of bags of chicken nuggets) in the fridge. And God noticed, and for their hubris, a plague (Covid-19) was beset upon the world, separating the wicked comrades from their glorious mini fridge. As time passed, the mini fridge ensnared the evil of the chicken nuggets, preserving them in a prison of crystalline ice. Alas, the comrades' knowledge of the fridge did not fare so well, and the contents of the fridge became a hidden secret of the world until the year of 2023, when, during the week before Move-on, the new comrades of the world broke the ancient seal (accidentally unplugged the fridge) and unleashed four years' worth of evil upon the Kage. On the day of Move-on, one lone comrade sacrificed their freshness of scent to purge the evil within the fridge. Although no traces of the foul meats remain, this old storyteller hopes that the next generation of comrades are not doomed to repeat such dreadful sins. | ||
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| + | It has never been possible to break into the Kage. | ||
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Latest revision as of 20:34, 1 August 2023
The KGB Kage is the place where we keep all of our hopes and dreams. It is our storage site and primary building location for Booth.
The first Kage was located in the B sub-basement of Margaret Morrison. It was originally a simple, empty cage, unoccupied and unhappy. Then daring young KGB members came upon it, placed a lock upon its sacred door, and waited. When, after a year, they found the lock still thereupon, they christened the Kage and moved in. It was in this earliest and most fable-ridden incarnation of the Kage that the dreams main was discovered, and so it was during that period that most of KGB's dreams were stored and bottled against future need.
In the year 2003, the College of Fine Arts, which controls Margaret Morrison, lost its Design cluster to the children's school. As a result, they started to turn their attention to the lower basements, where the Kage resided and where many organizations stored their miscellanies. The intrepid, fearless President of the KGB that year organized the other student leaders who controlled space in the basements of Margaret Morrison to resist the encroachment of CFA, and was successful. However, the victory was short-lived, for following the end of that year, CFA swept through the B level with fire and the sword, and scourged out all traces of organizational storage.
The Kage was reconstituted on C level, beneath the watchful eyes of CFA's fierce, clan-governed tribal warriors, in a space which made up in industrial-decay chic what it lacked in ease of access. It was broad and filthy of floor, and vastly ample of headroom, and here the Kage resided for the following years. Its expansive chain-link entrance was guarded by a sign which could be reversed -- during Booth season, it read "Welcome"; at other times, "Fuck Off!".
In 2006, they finally got us to leave Margaret Morrison, by giving us a room right under Stever. There's much less headroom, but you [couldn't] beat the commute to Midway.
The Kage is entrusted to the keeping of the Sergeant at Arms. Any stuff that is collected for KGB should be given to the Sergeant at Arms for storage until such time as the revolution finds a use for it.
The Kage includes a mini fridge, intended to be stocked with nourishing elixirs (Pepsi) for our mightiest comrades (booth builders). Alas, the comrades of years past grew avaricious, and attempted to play God by storing meat (in the form of bags of chicken nuggets) in the fridge. And God noticed, and for their hubris, a plague (Covid-19) was beset upon the world, separating the wicked comrades from their glorious mini fridge. As time passed, the mini fridge ensnared the evil of the chicken nuggets, preserving them in a prison of crystalline ice. Alas, the comrades' knowledge of the fridge did not fare so well, and the contents of the fridge became a hidden secret of the world until the year of 2023, when, during the week before Move-on, the new comrades of the world broke the ancient seal (accidentally unplugged the fridge) and unleashed four years' worth of evil upon the Kage. On the day of Move-on, one lone comrade sacrificed their freshness of scent to purge the evil within the fridge. Although no traces of the foul meats remain, this old storyteller hopes that the next generation of comrades are not doomed to repeat such dreadful sins.
It has never been possible to break into the Kage.
