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Bossnass · 05-03-2004, 09:59 AM

This might be nonsense, but I thought this was the most appropriate forum. I know there was a similar thread, however I've missed the right key words in the search.

After playing a session of Gran Turismo or Need for Speed, we've all stepped on the gas a little harder when we get into our real vehicles. I used to scope out everywhere I went for good Tony2 lines. Hrm.. air off that handicap ramp to a wall jump to that rail...
I've gone so far as to pretend I'm sighting in a Nazi (RTCW style) when plinking with a .22.

Last night takes the cake. I live in an apartment style condo. The condo directly above me has always been quiet until about two days ago. Other then a thud every once in a while, I have heard nothing from them for as long as I've lived here. I don't know if it was sold or if the owner decided to rent it or maybe he just got a new stereo. On Saturday night, there was pounding bass. No big deal, it is Saturday night and I've been known to turn things up myself. I ignore it, go out for a couple hours, and the music conviently stops when I'm ready for bed.

Last night was Sunday. The bass was back, it was 11:30, I was ready for bed and I had to be up for work at 6:00. So I throw on some sandals, head upstairs and knock on the door. For about 3 minutes, until another door opens on that floor. "They don't open the door", I am told by a tired looking woman. I knock for a couple more minutes, sigh, and come back downstairs. I phone up, but the number I had has been disconnected. I intend to lodge a noise complaint with the condo board in the morning and try to sleep. No dice. I go upstairs and knock for a couple minutes. No luck. Getting quite annoyed. I decide I need fresh air, so I come back downstairs step out onto my deck/balcony. The music was very much louder.

I should stop here for a momment and explain that I spent a couple hour at my friend's house yesterday afternoon playing Ninja Gaiden on his xbox.

Inspired (angered?) I try to peek up at their windows- were they having a party or what was going on? Couldn't see a thing, other then the lights were on. So I climb onto my railing, leaning against the wall, a peek over the edge of the their balcony. Still at a pretty acute angle, but I notice that the balcony door is wide open, and even if it wasn't, it is a glass door with no covering. My train of thought, "They can ignore my knocks on the front door, but I bet they won't ignore me if they can see me!",

I cliffhanger pullup, a push-kick off the wall, and I vault over the railing (all Ninja Gaiden Style ) and I'm on the balcony.

The place was deserted or they were hiding and didn't respond to my calling out. Even with the music, they would have had to have heard me. The song ends, I call out again, loudly. Realizing that as soon as I enter the place, I'm breaking laws (and personal moral rules), I hesitate. A new song comes on. Ganster rap. The windows are vibrating. Fuck it, I'm going Ninja Gaiden Style. I walk in* (barefoot) and turn down the stereo (a nice denon receiver). The kitchen is open to the main room with the stereo, so I leave them a nice, polite note on the whiteboard on their fridge.

Remembering that my front door is locked and not wanting to leave their door unlocked on the way out, I exit the way I came in. Incidently, going down is much harder then going up, but I escaped without injury.

*hold your judgements, as far as entering someone else's home uninvited. Further, I am not in a city where I need to worry about gun toting homeowners. We are a friendly and cooperative condo group.

05-03-2004, 09:59 AM	#1 (permalink)
Bossnass Détente Location: AWOL in Edmonton	Ninja Gaiden style. This might be nonsense, but I thought this was the most appropriate forum. I know there was a similar thread, however I've missed the right key words in the search. After playing a session of Gran Turismo or Need for Speed, we've all stepped on the gas a little harder when we get into our real vehicles. I used to scope out everywhere I went for good Tony2 lines. Hrm.. air off that handicap ramp to a wall jump to that rail... I've gone so far as to pretend I'm sighting in a Nazi (RTCW style) when plinking with a .22. Last night takes the cake. I live in an apartment style condo. The condo directly above me has always been quiet until about two days ago. Other then a thud every once in a while, I have heard nothing from them for as long as I've lived here. I don't know if it was sold or if the owner decided to rent it or maybe he just got a new stereo. On Saturday night, there was pounding bass. No big deal, it is Saturday night and I've been known to turn things up myself. I ignore it, go out for a couple hours, and the music conviently stops when I'm ready for bed. Last night was Sunday. The bass was back, it was 11:30, I was ready for bed and I had to be up for work at 6:00. So I throw on some sandals, head upstairs and knock on the door. For about 3 minutes, until another door opens on that floor. "They don't open the door", I am told by a tired looking woman. I knock for a couple more minutes, sigh, and come back downstairs. I phone up, but the number I had has been disconnected. I intend to lodge a noise complaint with the condo board in the morning and try to sleep. No dice. I go upstairs and knock for a couple minutes. No luck. Getting quite annoyed. I decide I need fresh air, so I come back downstairs step out onto my deck/balcony. The music was very much louder. I should stop here for a momment and explain that I spent a couple hour at my friend's house yesterday afternoon playing Ninja Gaiden on his xbox. Inspired (angered?) I try to peek up at their windows- were they having a party or what was going on? Couldn't see a thing, other then the lights were on. So I climb onto my railing, leaning against the wall, a peek over the edge of the their balcony. Still at a pretty acute angle, but I notice that the balcony door is wide open, and even if it wasn't, it is a glass door with no covering. My train of thought, "They can ignore my knocks on the front door, but I bet they won't ignore me if they can see me!", I cliffhanger pullup, a push-kick off the wall, and I vault over the railing (all Ninja Gaiden Style ) and I'm on the balcony. The place was deserted or they were hiding and didn't respond to my calling out. Even with the music, they would have had to have heard me. The song ends, I call out again, loudly. Realizing that as soon as I enter the place, I'm breaking laws (and personal moral rules), I hesitate. A new song comes on. Ganster rap. The windows are vibrating. Fuck it, I'm going Ninja Gaiden Style. I walk in* (barefoot) and turn down the stereo (a nice denon receiver). The kitchen is open to the main room with the stereo, so I leave them a nice, polite note on the whiteboard on their fridge. Remembering that my front door is locked and not wanting to leave their door unlocked on the way out, I exit the way I came in. Incidently, going down is much harder then going up, but I escaped without injury. *hold your judgements, as far as entering someone else's home uninvited. Further, I am not in a city where I need to worry about gun toting homeowners. We are a friendly and cooperative condo group.