A while ago one kid on our floor got a punching bag. It came in a cardboard box. Like little kids we all played with the box more than the punching bag itself (although we did laminate and tape a picture of Justin Bieber to the punching bag). Eventually one night I got bored and drew a face and an eyepatch on it, along with the words "Don't Stab Me". This is because several kids on our floor are knife enthusiasts and like stabbing things. Please don't judge, as at Carnegie Mellon everyone needs some form of an outlet to let everything loose. No one has been stabbed, we're careful.
Anyway, we got the brilliant idea of cutting out eyeholes and later armholes in our box and scaring people outside the dining areas after dark. This proved fun for a while. One night after a particularly entertaining night of StarCraft watching I christened the box "Grack".
Over the days people beat on Grack more and more. He was used as a vessel to surf down the stairs a couple times. He was punched and stabbed (although we made sure no people were inside when he was). Rolls and rolls of duct tape were shoddily slapped onto Grack's body.
Today I realized he's not gonna last much longer. I took a few pictures with some of my StarCraft friends and you can view them here. Maybe we'll get another cardboard box and have more fun with it, but this is my remembrance note to Grack, our crazy awesome cardboard box.
FYI: I'm not in any of the pictures, as I'm taking them.
FYI: I also don't actually think Void Rays are OP. Sorry the picture quality sucks.
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