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High stakes LARP
Sep. 23rd, 2013 11:56 pmHow my brain dreams up this shit I dunno. And how this fit into three hours, I shall never know either. I could have sworn I was going to have to wake up and go about my day in total awe of myself but supposedly this is just the first dream of the night. WTF. Dream logic.
So, there was this pretty serious live action RP that I was participating in. It was super hero centered and the universe contained atomic bombs. I felt however, that there were elements of play that weren't being taken seriously enough, nukes included. I didn't voice my concerns with the mods, but instead whipped up a plot that incorporated those potential game breaking elements into an all enveloping but escapable doomy plot for the story. It was centered on a nuke that I assured everyone could be defused if certain conditions were met. I don't know how the hell I convinced everyone to go along with it, but it was a very exciting and well thought out plot.
I guess that's how a whole night's worth of dreaming fit into three hours. I was skipping over important details.
So, I got full participation, but a problem arose. There was no way the game conditions that had to be met before the bomb could be defused were going to be met before the bomb went off. There was meta-panic that very nearly matched the in-game panic over this nuke. People were going to lose characters they had worked so hard on for so long to perma-death, all because of game mechanics that people cheerfully ignored until now. People were putting pressure on me to change the plot and were complaining to the mods about the plot of doom. The drama got so thick that my charrie abandoned the doomed city and flew out of the setting entirely and I had to mimic her in game action by driving the fuck out of town to go visit a veteran of the game who I knew had noticed the broken game mechanics long ago and had been inactive ever since. His character was holed up in an ivory tower built from the nonsense plot in a way that echoed how the mundane had moved out of town in an isolated trailer.
The mods and a disgruntled player went after me and we argued and argued about the plot and the rules of the game that allowed it to happen and all the bits of Mary Sueism that brought the problem to a head. We argued about the nukes and how no one was taking their destructive power seriously until now. Oof, it was full of tears. But I refused to change the story and the mods refused to Deus ex Machina the whole thing away as long as I was still in the game and as long as I refused to consent. Eventually I had enough. I dramaquit the game.
Everyone checked the time. The nuke had gone off while we were arguing in the ivory tower of nonsense. We all piled into a car and drove back into town.
Quiet... Everything was quiet. The lights were out everywhere, and a few back yards were actually smoking. It was very eerie. All the participants were (pretending to be) dead. We rolled through town in awe that people were actually going along with it. Eventually, we found some kids in some makeshift Fallout/Mad-Max/Post-Apoctalyptic MacBeth reminiscent gear. I questioned the mods, and they said that they asked everyone not to go post-apocalyptic and not continue the story if worse came to worse. It turns out that they were kids playing an entirely different game. It was like, hopeful and stuff.
Wow, that was vivid.
I guess its about time. My very early desire to smash Milliways into tiny little pieces had to bubble up somewhere. I just didn't think it would be years later and in such an awesome form.
Don't worry, folks, Milliways is safe from me and my pups.
Mostly.
In post-apocalyptic MacBeth news: Is that James MacAvoy?
In gender bending news, I was live rping a supergirl analogue in my dream. WHAT
Dinga-dinga-dinga-ding
So, there was this pretty serious live action RP that I was participating in. It was super hero centered and the universe contained atomic bombs. I felt however, that there were elements of play that weren't being taken seriously enough, nukes included. I didn't voice my concerns with the mods, but instead whipped up a plot that incorporated those potential game breaking elements into an all enveloping but escapable doomy plot for the story. It was centered on a nuke that I assured everyone could be defused if certain conditions were met. I don't know how the hell I convinced everyone to go along with it, but it was a very exciting and well thought out plot.
I guess that's how a whole night's worth of dreaming fit into three hours. I was skipping over important details.
So, I got full participation, but a problem arose. There was no way the game conditions that had to be met before the bomb could be defused were going to be met before the bomb went off. There was meta-panic that very nearly matched the in-game panic over this nuke. People were going to lose characters they had worked so hard on for so long to perma-death, all because of game mechanics that people cheerfully ignored until now. People were putting pressure on me to change the plot and were complaining to the mods about the plot of doom. The drama got so thick that my charrie abandoned the doomed city and flew out of the setting entirely and I had to mimic her in game action by driving the fuck out of town to go visit a veteran of the game who I knew had noticed the broken game mechanics long ago and had been inactive ever since. His character was holed up in an ivory tower built from the nonsense plot in a way that echoed how the mundane had moved out of town in an isolated trailer.
The mods and a disgruntled player went after me and we argued and argued about the plot and the rules of the game that allowed it to happen and all the bits of Mary Sueism that brought the problem to a head. We argued about the nukes and how no one was taking their destructive power seriously until now. Oof, it was full of tears. But I refused to change the story and the mods refused to Deus ex Machina the whole thing away as long as I was still in the game and as long as I refused to consent. Eventually I had enough. I dramaquit the game.
Everyone checked the time. The nuke had gone off while we were arguing in the ivory tower of nonsense. We all piled into a car and drove back into town.
Quiet... Everything was quiet. The lights were out everywhere, and a few back yards were actually smoking. It was very eerie. All the participants were (pretending to be) dead. We rolled through town in awe that people were actually going along with it. Eventually, we found some kids in some makeshift Fallout/Mad-Max/Post-Apoctalyptic MacBeth reminiscent gear. I questioned the mods, and they said that they asked everyone not to go post-apocalyptic and not continue the story if worse came to worse. It turns out that they were kids playing an entirely different game. It was like, hopeful and stuff.
Wow, that was vivid.
I guess its about time. My very early desire to smash Milliways into tiny little pieces had to bubble up somewhere. I just didn't think it would be years later and in such an awesome form.
Don't worry, folks, Milliways is safe from me and my pups.
Mostly.
In post-apocalyptic MacBeth news: Is that James MacAvoy?
In gender bending news, I was live rping a supergirl analogue in my dream. WHAT
Dinga-dinga-dinga-ding
