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Well, I'll be the first to admit it. I play Werewolf (like my sig block gives away. In fact I'm a registered Player in Camarilla-UK, the White Wolf sanctioned LARP games."I pick you up by the throat.""I'm twice your height right now, you can't reach... Damn, you did!"- Excerpt from a Werewolf LARP
D for Drakensis You're only young once, but immaturity is forever. 
I honestly haven't played in a WOD game -- either WW or GURPS -- in years. Peg and I used to be in a great big crossover game that Sam Chupp (formerly the WW net rep; I don't know what he's up to these days) used to run when he lived here in NJ, but that was back in the middle 90s and only lasted for a few months. I was a Virtual Adept; Peg played a Verbena whose day job was as an Emergency Room tech. As I recall, there was a changeling and a couple of Garou, too. The game was set in a club in New York, based on the old Limelight, which was a "neutral ground" for all the WOD factions -- even the Technocracy respected it.
Damn, that was a fun game. I wish Sam were back... -- Bob --------- Then the horns kicked in... ...and my shoes began to squeak.
Yeah, I was just at the National Game (the annual get together of players from all over the UK) and that was _so_ much fun. Me and one of my packmates actually conned one of the Council of Elders into helping us set off what was effectively a Hiryu Shoten Ha (no one got it, thankfully), I damn near sentenced my sept's 'young idiot' to death and PO'd my tribal elder. This less than twelve hours after an epic quest into the Abyss. Four days later and I'm still grinning.
D for Drakensis You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.
Ooh, that reminds me of a great Vampire LARP story I've got.
Early-mid-90s. It's our first (and as it turns out, only) Vampire LARP experience. It's being held in the basement of a largish game store in north Jersey -- one big room, the only way in or out is the staircase to the ground (store) level at one end. It's a good sized game, maybe 30 or 40 people, with several floating gamemasters, set in the court of the Prince of New York. When we check in with the gamemasters, I get handed the role of the former Prince of New York, who abdicated and went looking for Golconda years'n'years ago. (He didn't find it, and has drifted back to NYC.) Peggy gets handed the role of my consort. Cool. We go down in the basement, and we discover that there are several cats there. Peggy is severely allergic to cats, and she doesn't have her medicine with her. Fortunately, the cats all seem to be content to stay at the far end of the basement, the opposite end from the staircase. Peg sees that she has no immediate symptoms of a reaction and decides to remain and play, but she's going to stay near the staircase in case she has to run upstairs for fresh air. For obvious relationship and role-play reasons, I stick with her most of the time. When I do leave her side, I try not to go near the cats, so as not to get dander on my clothes and subsequently into Peggy's system. This does make a few things difficult, as the Prince and his coterie have camped themselves right at the far end of the basement -- with the cats, which they have in their laps, on their shoulders, etc. (In fact, the cats have been included in the game as hell-cats, protectors of the court.) But I manage, mainly by not interacting directly with the court, and Peggy comes through with flying colors -- not an allergic symptom in sight all night. Anyway, during the whole thing, I'm playing a very laid back game. My character may not have reached Golconda, but he learned a thing or two about being relaxed. He's not interested in seizing the throne from the current Prince -- he's been there, done that, and gotten the black satin-lined cape already; he doesn't need or want that responsibility right now. Maybe he will again in a few decades -- but who knows? He's immortal, he doesn't need to make a decision tonight. Or even next year. So I just hang and make the occasional cryptic comment to the various factions trying to feel me out -- I'm a relatively low-generation vampire of considerable age, no one feels like taking me on, even with numbers on their side. I just smile a lot, sip my drink, and nuzzle my wife. And generally have a good, low-key time. Now here's the really fun part. When the game is over, the guy who played the current Prince comes over to me and tells me how paranoid I made him and his court -- because I almost never got further than 20 or 30 feet from the door! The relaxed attitude, the cryptic comments, and the fact that I never got farther from the staircase than I could run in a couple seconds kept them very, very concerned over what I was planning. He congratulated me on my very subtle and intimidating roleplaying. I of course kept as straight a face as I could and thanked him, and offered the same back to him. -- Bob --------- Then the horns kicked in... ...and my shoes began to squeak.
Sometimes the best way to pull off a miracle is to pick a random direction and stick to it - you never know where you're gonna end up
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> When the game is over, the guy who played the current
> Prince comes over to me and tells me how paranoid I made > him and his court -- because I almost never got further > than 20 or 30 feet from the door! The relaxed attitude, the > cryptic comments, and the fact that I never got farther > from the staircase than I could run in a couple seconds > kept them very, very concerned over what I was planning. > He congratulated me on my very subtle and intimidating > roleplaying. I don't play much Vampire, but I think most players I know would have reacted the same way to someone who a) wasn't obviously plotting and b) was _relaxed_ in the Prince's Court. Every sideglance would have been analysed for possible secret messages etc."I pick you up by the throat.""I'm twice your height right now, you can't reach... Damn, you did!"- Excerpt from a Werewolf LARP D for Drakensis You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.
The fact that I was also the single most powerful vampire there must also have helped.
-- Bob --------- Then the horns kicked in... ...and my shoes began to squeak. 
reopening an old topic....
Bob, which store was that? I know at least one game store in North Jersey that has the EXACT description. Was it Game Master on Route 4 in Fair Lawn? If so, that's my 'home store', as it were. (And dear gods, we want them to do something about the basement - it's COLD down there.)Brazil has decided you're cute.
You know, I think it was. It was many, many years ago, but "Fair Lawn" does ring a bell.
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