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04-06-2008 12:35 AM |
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Originally Posted by Linguist
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You know you played too many games when the first thing that comes to mind when seeing that pic is "man, those are amazing textures" :1orglaugh
I love your stuff dude.
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Interesting history behind that place. In fact, probably the most historic room of the Paris catacombs / GRS.
That room, and that very well to the right, were used by the monks of The Order of Chartreuse, to make the liquer Chartreuse - still available today but not made in the same place. Years after, during WW2, the area surrounding this room was turned into a Nazi bunker.
Rewinding a bit, however, it was also the cache of booze that prompted the first ever cataphile, Philibert Aspairt, to descend into the darkness
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Here is history, very real, that all cataphile (that maens the people who like to go in the catacombs) has to know (people who already know it will forgive repetitions).
Therefore, Philibert Aspairt, doorkeeper of the Val de Grâce hospital, lived at the disturbed times of the Revolution. Some monks, the Carthusians, having recently abandoned their monastery for some reasons that everybody has to know, Philibert decided, in the deepest secret, one day of November 1793, to descend and search alone in the catacombs, hoping probably to find the cellar of the good Carthusian, whose alcohols made the reputation until today. The access of the quarries was really easy for him because a staircase, built in the 17th century existed inside the Val de Grâce hospital.
He descended, alone,and never reappeared! In the uneasy time,his disappearance didn't worry anybody.
Eleven years later, workers of a topographic brigade who had to note down the underground plan of the rue d'Enfer, discovered, in the rue de l'Abbé de l'Epée, a skinny skeleton, gnawed by the rats. A leather belt, some clothes remnants, but especially a key set permitted to identify the ancient doorkeeper of the Val de Grâce hospital that had disappeared.
One imagines his agony: he probably had no light more, and he began to turn in the dark, groping the long of the walls in an absolute black, knocking himself to the stones and scratching himself against it, agonizing slowly, and finally collapsing, desperate and without strength, at a few meters of an exit!
The body was buried at the place of its discovery.
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