And after reading those three epic posts I feel like making one of my own. sigh Effort… So I’ll keep mine much shorter
General socializing on Friday Night was good fun, saying hi to all the Wellingtonians who made the trip up as well as catching up with Alan and Sierra.
Moving onto the first LARP of the weekend, Bad Dreams, we got off to a slow start but then when Vanya started walking around in armour, his hair gold and skin silver, knew something was amiss.
Wandering in and before too long the first shots of the evening were fired, I forget who going down, but then getting up again unharmed. At this Greg points his guns at himself and saying something along the lines of we can’t be hurt here, pulls the trigger. And promptly gets a bullet lodged in his gut and starts bleeding out in great pain.
After the game finished, more great socializing, including with one of my Wellingtonian room mates, we finally called it a night around 2:30 IIRC.
Waking up and getting into my suit for Nexus, I borrowed Tiggers frog (Thanks again), and then started walking around with my rapier, taking great care to not stab people behind me while people kept wanting to play with my sword of incredible length. Time the game actually started had got the hang of walking around with the sword as well as drawing it quickly. Throughout the game I kept having to remind myself the Nefandi are bad and not quite trust worthy, for the alliance has only been around for a short while. During the game comments about my sword continued and then took a step for the worse when a demon wanders in and I rapidly attempt to draw my sword only to have it catch and spend about 20 seconds getting it out. Cue the jokes progressing to that. Added a great element of humour to the game and enabled lots of light hearted interactions with each other
Moving on to the afternoon for New Horizons, we were a small group taken in to see a collection of artwork by Fang Gogh. Walking around I recognised a large number of the artworks from The Art of Vampire The Masquerade, which I thought was a lovely touch. One of the images I found particularly cool came back to be specific to my character, the vampire tied to it becoming me at the plot twist (See here). And epicly we got to keep the pictures at the end, an opportunity I jumped at, not as though I exactly have room on my walls. Back to the story, part way though the game we were told riots were happening outside, and those of us by the windows could see the Brawl going on outside. Cue bad jokes about them being the rioters with bows and swords. Playing as an undercover NZSIS agent, I got a job offer from a Russian Mobster, namely the just mentioned Ivan Kalashnikov who I wasn’t there to investigate, my purpose being to protect a reporter. As the game progressed we got notes telling us feelings we were getting, some at disturbing times. Right when I first went over and spoke to Patricks character and shook his hand I was given a note saying I felt incredibly loyalty towards him. And then later the desire to kill the reporter I was protecting.
And then Refuge. It was cold whenever people insisted on having conversations outside.
Once that was done, the trip to the beach at 3am. Such a lovely night and what fun it was. Next year we need more people to come along and join in the dance party on the rocks.
And to go skin dipping. Don’t worry about clothes being stolen, we only made it half way off the beach road before we were laughing to hard to go any further.
Finally making it back to bed at about 4am the storm started and I watched the lightning through the window for a short while.
Sunday morning the guys in my room didn’t wake me. All good though as my morning game was Prayers on a Porcelain Altar. Grabbing some clothes and throwing it on, realize hadn’t taken the make-up from the night before. Added excellently to the look. Endlessly making bad jokes about each others suffering and explaining why things how they were, we discovered the night before we had done such great activities like selling the carpet on trademe, burning the curtains out on the lawn, and bobbing for cellphones in the toilet.
Finally onto the last game of the weekend, Requiem. All wearing lovely sperm suits the number of bad jokes we made before the game started relating to that. Also the fact that of the 9 players who were playing the patients, as far as I can tell, only one of us actually took the M&M pills, the rest of us palming them, hiding them under the tongue or other miscellaneous methods of not taking them.
I liked the red ones. They made me feel safe.
I love recycling. The whole game was all fun really. I loved the effort people put into their costumes and felt a built guilty about my lack of effort. Many of the women especially looked very sexy. It was a struggle to not just stare and grin
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