Gaming hang-over?
Jan. 18th, 2004 02:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mythicfoxWell, that's what I call it when I spend most of the night gaming and wake up the next morning with a headache...
Did I say gaming? Damn right I did.
Last night Sean and I wound up participating in our first Vampire LARP. It's a Sabbat game, and for some reason Morgantown has always been big on LARPing. I'm playing a Nosferatu Antitribu from Chicago named Derek Landon, and Sean's playing a Malkavian named Clive. It started off kind of slow-- apparently Derek and the PC's of some new players were sent in from Chicago just in time for a big siege in the works in Morgantown, and the local leaders spent a bit of time off planning while we mingled in the common room.
Then there was a bit of running around and such that wasn't worth repeating, and eventually the leaders returned to the group's base of operations at WVU. I watched as the local Bishop totally bitched out the folks there because of some feedings that didn't get properly cleaned up. Clive starts mumbling to me about how he knows the perfect way to deal with the mess but nobody asks him because he's not the newbie. Well, the guy working out how to deal with this overhears Clive and asks for his input. Moments later, the vamps in the room have a plan, an oldie-but-goodie: Make it look like a mortal serial killer who thinks he's a vampire.
So while the group is getting that taken care of, the Bishop and his pack are handling some other stuff, and it eventually comes to his attention that there are faces that he doesn't know. So he drags myself and a couple other newbies (it's not just Sean and I) into a room, grilling us. What didn't help much was that the guy who helped us write up our characters didn't actually tell us that we needed to write down that we were initiated Sabbat members. So we got initiated, and Derek just won't stop picking at the 'S' burned into his forehead.
But Derek, Clive, and a third newbie (another Nosferatu by the name of Harmony) have been formed into a pack. There's a fourth newbie, but he had to leave before all this happened so I don't know what's going to happen to him. But you are currently reading the journal of the Ductus of the Pack of the Yellow Sign (it's a Lovecraft reference). Hm... I might consider making an in-character LJ for Derek...
Anyhow, despite the slow moments, it was definitely a fun time. I'll definitely be back next week.
In case anyone's curious, here is the webpage for the game.
Now to do something about my headache.
Did I say gaming? Damn right I did.
Last night Sean and I wound up participating in our first Vampire LARP. It's a Sabbat game, and for some reason Morgantown has always been big on LARPing. I'm playing a Nosferatu Antitribu from Chicago named Derek Landon, and Sean's playing a Malkavian named Clive. It started off kind of slow-- apparently Derek and the PC's of some new players were sent in from Chicago just in time for a big siege in the works in Morgantown, and the local leaders spent a bit of time off planning while we mingled in the common room.
Then there was a bit of running around and such that wasn't worth repeating, and eventually the leaders returned to the group's base of operations at WVU. I watched as the local Bishop totally bitched out the folks there because of some feedings that didn't get properly cleaned up. Clive starts mumbling to me about how he knows the perfect way to deal with the mess but nobody asks him because he's not the newbie. Well, the guy working out how to deal with this overhears Clive and asks for his input. Moments later, the vamps in the room have a plan, an oldie-but-goodie: Make it look like a mortal serial killer who thinks he's a vampire.
So while the group is getting that taken care of, the Bishop and his pack are handling some other stuff, and it eventually comes to his attention that there are faces that he doesn't know. So he drags myself and a couple other newbies (it's not just Sean and I) into a room, grilling us. What didn't help much was that the guy who helped us write up our characters didn't actually tell us that we needed to write down that we were initiated Sabbat members. So we got initiated, and Derek just won't stop picking at the 'S' burned into his forehead.
But Derek, Clive, and a third newbie (another Nosferatu by the name of Harmony) have been formed into a pack. There's a fourth newbie, but he had to leave before all this happened so I don't know what's going to happen to him. But you are currently reading the journal of the Ductus of the Pack of the Yellow Sign (it's a Lovecraft reference). Hm... I might consider making an in-character LJ for Derek...
Anyhow, despite the slow moments, it was definitely a fun time. I'll definitely be back next week.
In case anyone's curious, here is the webpage for the game.
Now to do something about my headache.
