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I played a Vampire LARP*.
I'll let the few of you who have some sort of negative image of LARPing from the underground Youtube of the dude throwing hacky sacks and saying "Fireball!" think whatever you want. Frankly, there are some smart and funny people dressed in their sexiest ensembles, and I wouldn't want you to crowd in and crimp my style.
However, I suspect that what it might mean is that the fourth Sunday in the month might have a high concentration of reflections on the insight that LARPing provides to writing. Sort of like I've done about the one shot LARPS of gaming conventions. I already know that I'm almost certainly going to get sucked into this game (get it? SUCKED IN? never mind) and that it's going to be on my mind come the next day. I might as well exploit it shamelessly, and keep trying for that ever elusive groupie threesome.
Besides, this is probably going to be like the closest thing I will actually have to a life.
I can't pour out secrets of the characters--not even my own (lest the players who are a little less able to keep knowledge their characters should not know be too tempted to use it in game) or be too explicit about most details in an ongoing chronicle the way I would about a completed one-shot, but I'm sure I can still vaguefy the stories and eke out some wisdom. Cause I'm really ekey when it comes down to it.
*So true story: I'm headed out to this game (which will be my first Vampire LARP in over a decade) and I'm getting ready to go to the character's first Vampire court where my sire is going to present me for acknowledgement. I turned on my iPod, set it to shuffle all, and the first song that came up was "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns and Roses.
That'll do iPod. That'll do.