Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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'Ihc ©am track SATURDAY, 4 a.m. — “The All-Star Special rocks,” says one customer. It’s Friday night, and the Waffle House on Greystone Boulevard is almost full. In one comer of the restaurant, a group of Clemson students eats in the restaurant, just —- a couple of miles away from rival L'SC. “Clemson’s a great school and all, but it gets old after a while! so we gotta come down here to ltave a good time,” Clemsonite Aaron. Livingston says. “I wanted to go to Carolina for my grad school, but they though! they were too good for me, so I have to go to Clemson again for two more years,” he says. I _:_-_i_!_ __ “Friday” photos by Aaron Hark/ The Gamecock Clockwise from above: Waffle House cooks Joe and Two Ps prepare orders. Waffle House menus are a recognizable aspect of the late-night dining experience. Clemson student Kristy Bass drinks water while finishing her meal and waiting on her friends Shannon Brewer and Brandon Doughty to finish. The group was planning to head to Knock-Knock Club to “raise the roof.” Joe fries eggs on the grill. f.' I 'A SATURDAY,9pjn. —The Francis M. Hipp building, wliich houses the Darla Moore School >■“ HP “1 of Business, is all but closed. The area that stretches from the Pendleton Street bridge to V« , Capstone is dead; the long vertical windows on the first floor of the business school are shuttered '^9^^ Downstairs, though, a group of “LARPers” — live-action role players — are acting out i their characters. Abbie Ferrance, one of the LARPers, tells other players what she’s doing before walking out of the Belk Auditorium. She comes back in as a 6-year-old giri, chewing her finger and playing with her hair. “So what’s going on?” a woriian at a table at the front of the auditorium asks. “Nothing much,” says Ferrance, a third-year student in the College of Science and Math. “A question I have to ask: Did you guys really hate my house and my fish that much?” “I like fish.” i my nan, tuu. i>uw uicy ic ui uiuu. Ten students are at the game tonight, but Ferrance says as many as 30 show up on some nights. “It depends on the weekend. Sometimes, you get more than others.” She stresses that the game isn’t all the organization does, though. “We don’t just do that, but we do a lot of charity work,” Ferrance says, pointing out the organization’s work in projects such as the Diabetes Wilk, Harvest Hope and the AIDS Walk, among others. Tug Brice, a third-year student in the College of Engineering and Information Technology, enjoys playing the games, including the Vampire game that’s going on tonight and a Changeling game he plays at other times. “This is actually one of our bigger games,” Brice says. Only tliree people showed up for liis Changeling game, Brice says, but he still enjoyed it. “We had so much fun because everybody’s into it, everybody wants to be there.” I . _1.. '' k ©SATURDAY, 9 p.m. — “I want to thank John Crowder forgetting Hootie and the Blowfish the hell off the ;iir,” Roh McCuc says in the middle of WUSC’s 60-hour “Moolah for Music” marathon, where listeners can donate money to get any song they w;uit on — or off — the , air. The walls arc plastered with photos and pictures - one sntiill piece of paper on the wall says "4:20.” WUSC bumper slickers ;ire plasteredeverywhere: walls, boxes, the table. One poster reminds DJs of how they should refer to the i station:“90.5’s Legal ID. is... W-YOU-SC FM Columbia” ! McCuc looks over the amount WUSC hits raised so far. ' “Somebody gave .$ 120 two shows ago, $50 at one point,” he | says, pointing to it green sheet as “lai Vida Loca” plays in the background. I , *1 "Saturday" photos by Michael Ronquillo/The Gamecock SATURDAY, 9 p.m. — “Twelve and seven ; to four,” Tim Martin ; ► says, rolling dice in one ;; of the conference rooms that hide in the v yellow trail on the third floor of the Russell House. “Twelve and IQ § | to 15.” Tim is sitting with; four other gamers at a, table where bluev yellow and othe^ multicolored dice are*j, spread across the tabled J like cheap jewels. The*; ; game board is a dizzying!; J pattern of hexagons *!; outlined in whit^,* ; cutting horizontally* across a dark blue* background. A series of * names and number?* written in blue, green *: and red are spread!* across the white boards* at the front of the room. “Your engine’s, gone?” M. Sean'\ Martinez, who’s in'§ chaige of the game, asks; f Martin Dessart, who’s seated next to Tim . “Yeah,” Dessart says as Tim chuckles ! ’ deviously. Tonight’s game is Babylon 5, Martinez says. “Usually, on the weekends, we’re always around here, playing games,” says • Martinez, sporting an ► “Agents of Gaming” T-'° shirt with a sinister figure clutching a die in his hand. Tim isn’t picky. • “I’ll play just about > anything that’s out there." ' <! i.