Written
By lotmatrix
There are members
of our team, at lotmatrix, that have enthusiastic interests outside of that highly academic intense world. They appear to
have an aficionado like person of interest beyond their fascination with the Matrix and Lord of the Rings. Although to some,
this may appear to be some what of an inscrutability of the mind, how those boys at SMD Studios actually have a life outside
their fantasy-sci-fi obsessions is most definitely a pondering on the ole nugget or simply a lie but nevertheless all good
things in small doses are the building blocks to an entire complexity of a grander explanations, and so we tell the tale
of how our studies led us to the cave-man like hiker, the Mccoy
Upon a deposit of
a somewhat common charitable donation of £350 (hint hint) to the College Mountain Climbing group, which help set up Mic and Meo
on their way to some of Irelands most undiscovered mountainous areas in county Antrim (probably due to their lacklustre levels
of interest). However, we do not know exactly where they where at that time. They had travelled for quite some time, under
the heavy cover of darkness in an espionage like spy fashion - silent to even the most cunning of ears. This way they could
benefit from a well premeditated tactical covert technique that enabled them to enter the mountain range blind to the perpetually
searching eyes of the death defying mountain legend, the Sheep Man.
It was said about
this character, that he would at a time, brutally infringe upon poor vulnerable mountain sheep.
It was mid way through
the second day of the exercise, when the team had discovered that they were some what unfit, and required a good energetic
boost into their reduced systems so they could complete their task or simply they could take a short cut. So guys been guys,
a short cut was taken via a remotely located McDonalds which was inhabited by the forever eating Stevie Mc. Apparently even
his infrequent custom was enough to support an entire staff, 24-7. They had obviously taken a further diversion in order to
evade conversation.
Although their momentarily
success was soon to be cut short, as in a most movie like fashion darkness began to cover the sky to set a peculiar ambience.
Deep beating drum based music went a loud in regular intervals, conveniently in time with their exaggerated heart beats and
profound breathing. Group members suddenly began to converse in short sentences, as they had been taught for situations such
as these. Other members spoke relevant philosophical like words to fit the atmosphere.
"The eye of the enemy is moving" said one bloke.
"I urinated in my pants again" responded another.
"I think I have gone sterile" explained one frightened member.
As the last man spoke all life seemed dead, legs trembling and faint hearts all inducing a pulsivating force behind
their blood filled arteries, making it travel harder and faster around the increasingly perspiring bodies of the terrified
folk. And as the heavy silence was almost acclimatised to their finely tuned ears, a distant object was seen to moving at
speed, across the face of a mountain top. It was indeed a group of sheep. However the movement of the fluffy animal was
not one of graceful nature, it was most certainly not out for a nice Sunday mountain run. Its run was most clumsy; it appeared
to be concerned with what was on its rear tracks rather than that directly in front. With out warning a beady like scamper
was giving chase to the fleeing animal.
No doubt it was the legend alive in character. The chase was intense and the sheep was keeping good distance, but a
life or death situation choice appeared, and unfortunately the "hare fell for the snare". With a radical turn up hill the
McCoy made a casual adjustment to his running technique and gave chase upwards after one animal. He was indeed a fine
up hill runner. And with increasing gradient the gap was decreased between the two. The sheep losing its footing ever more
as the McCoy gained upon its rear.
The group watched at far, in a nail biting fashion. They all shut closed tightly their eyes as a dying roar was heard,
and in cartoon style, bulging eyes expanded out of the sheep's eye sockets as he wipped out a wet bear towel. Splashed! upon
the poor animal. Little flares of fresh fluff spored into the air as they dissappered over the mountain top. To
ones surprise, Mic was indeed himself most enthused by the occurrence, and was in a somewhat of a shifty mode.
However alarm bells went ringing in the ears of one group member. In tune to his matrix music which again for some
reason was broadcasting, Meo came upon a pondering. We at the lotmatrix team could benefit from such a mountain, but
then he had a better idea and decided we should use young McCoy in the mountain scene.
