And The Lamb Lies Down In A Crate On Broadway

Your frequently asked questions about the dude shipping himself cross-country while playing LotRO.

1: He has a friend driving him across the country on a truck, so no, it’s not just “sticking a tag on a box and mailing yourself Fed-Ex”.

2: Performance art would be my guess. Also the fact that bloggers like myself really can’t resist stupid stories like this.

3: Probably not a Warden since they’re pretty latency-dependent!

4: 7 days.

5: Yeah, it is pretty dumb

6: I’m pretty sure it’s not technically against the law to lock yourself in a crate for a week.

7: Yeah, I’d be worried about the hard drive, too.



17 thoughts on “And The Lamb Lies Down In A Crate On Broadway

  1. ScytheNoire says:

    Most gamers these days have an SSD, so I wouldn’t worry about the hard drive. If you are a gamer and don’t have an SSD, time to get one, it makes a huge difference.

    As for the overall, should have done WoW, it gets far more publicity.

  2. One would feel it was a bit more of a statement if one didn’t suspect he does the same thing in the rest of life as he did during these 7 days of confinement.

  3. Trevel says:

    I hope we’re never beyond the era of crazy stunts. A world in which random people do crazy things for no good reason, that don’t hurt anyone? Yeah. That’s a good world.

  4. Brask says:

    I hope he used some serious LVOC paint for his freshly painted home.  For some reason I have my doubts he’s factored in sufficient time for the paint to finish outgassing.

  5. Chris says:

    I don’t think he has to worry about paint, he’s not leaving until July 1st. Plus, I read on an article on Kotaku that “He has said that this relates to his study of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and coping mechanisms related to PTSD”    So no, I don’t think he’s doing it just to be stupid.

  6. Day 4.  I had thought the cramp from confining myself to this crate would go away, but it’s only getting worse.   When it dawned on me that I would not escape this box without a hernia, I screamed for help, but my voice either went unheard or ignored.  All things considered, it was poor taste for me to kick my friend’s dog before stepping into this crate.

    Day 5.  The urine jar has ruptured.  I’m in Hell.

  7. Indy says:

    Day 3, 1300 hours: I’m being forklifted into a huge warehouse full of other large crates. There’s mysterious and freaky/dramatic music somewhere in the distance. 

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