blaster219
Explorer
Sept 11 is going to be one of these days where everyone remembers where they where when they first heard the news.
I was at home, on my computer writing a module for a Conspiracy Horror game. I was only have listening to the radio in the kitchen when the announcer said they were getting reports that a plane has flown into the WTC in New York.
When I heard this, I laughed. I pictured a drunken cessna pilot getting lost in low cloud and smacking into the building. Heartless I know but back then, I could'nt concieve that anyone would purposefly fly a plane into a skyscraper. In hindsight, its a bloody obvious way of perpetuating terror.
I continued on writing. About 30 mins later, I overheard an announcer saying that a second plane had hit. I again thought of a small plane. Perhaps a sightseerer got too close and lost control.
I went into the living room and turned on the TV to BBC24. They were just replaying THAT image. The one of the second plane crashing. I was gobsmacked. I watched mesmerised as the events unfolded 5000 miles away in the states. Later that afternoon, I went to the weekly roleplay club held in town. The city just felt strange, people were walking around with a glazed expression on their faces and I listened as even more events happened over my walkman.
When I got to the club, that was all anyone was talking about. We gamed anyway. Of course at the back of our minds was the knowledge that 9/11 was close to events that we had portrayed time and time again in games.
I was at home, on my computer writing a module for a Conspiracy Horror game. I was only have listening to the radio in the kitchen when the announcer said they were getting reports that a plane has flown into the WTC in New York.
When I heard this, I laughed. I pictured a drunken cessna pilot getting lost in low cloud and smacking into the building. Heartless I know but back then, I could'nt concieve that anyone would purposefly fly a plane into a skyscraper. In hindsight, its a bloody obvious way of perpetuating terror.
I continued on writing. About 30 mins later, I overheard an announcer saying that a second plane had hit. I again thought of a small plane. Perhaps a sightseerer got too close and lost control.
I went into the living room and turned on the TV to BBC24. They were just replaying THAT image. The one of the second plane crashing. I was gobsmacked. I watched mesmerised as the events unfolded 5000 miles away in the states. Later that afternoon, I went to the weekly roleplay club held in town. The city just felt strange, people were walking around with a glazed expression on their faces and I listened as even more events happened over my walkman.
When I got to the club, that was all anyone was talking about. We gamed anyway. Of course at the back of our minds was the knowledge that 9/11 was close to events that we had portrayed time and time again in games.