New MMO up at VICE
New MMO up at VICE
The maple-flavoured, red and white pastiche of Canada’s 147-year old cultural identity, has been threatened by America’s foremost burger monarchy.
News broke yesterday that Burger King—the home of elongated chicken sandwiches, the onion ring option, and their illustrious Whopper brand—is sizing up Tim Horton’s for acquisition. Even teasing the press with this potential burger/coffee coupling has spiked both companies’ stocks, and should the two get in bed together, their unholy alliance will have a market cap of $18 billion, and this new Frankenstein company will become the third largest fast-food seller on the planet.
On any weekend of the year, the downtown core becomes littered with boisterous club goers fervently anticipating the night’s spoils. Ouellette Avenue, Windsor’s main drag, becomes a sea of sloppy fistfights, hot messes, and Axe Body Spray. It is on these nights that a river of alcohol and shawarma induced vomit runs through the streets. Windsor is a city that lives for the weekend and its downtown is a testament to that lifestyle.
Sovannora Leng should be dead. Just before his 14th birthday in 1975, the Khmer Rouge took over his hometown Phnom Penh. Civilians were evacuated from cities and put to work in the countryside, as part of an “agrarian socialist” revolution targeting the educated and wealthy. After surviving a severe illness, teenage Sovannora was enlisted to “report” on his neighbors, friends and family—something that could lead to their death. “The only way I can explain it is that people had no choice,” said Sovannora to VICE.
A “cuddle party” is exactly what it sounds like: a social event where complete strangers join together to squeeze each other in an absolutely non-sexual way. Because complete strangers can’t be trusted, there’s usually a clear list of rules posted on each event’s website. For instance, at Berlin’s largest cuddle party—which took place a couple of weeks ago—touching “erogenous zones” was a no-go, drunk people weren’t allowed in, and each participant reserved the right to say, “No.”
What wasn’t mentioned, however, was drugs. This presumably meant that anyone coaxing the serotonin out of their brains with substances whipped up by amateur Dutch scientists was very welcome. So we thought it would make an interesting social experiment to attend the cuddle party while one of us was on MDMA, in the hope that it would teach us something more about intimacy than we’ve so far managed to pick up from reading Cosmo articles and watching internet porn.