Just a thread where people can share interesting LARP stories. These can be both RP related or combat related or just general stuff :smallsmile:
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Just a thread where people can share interesting LARP stories. These can be both RP related or combat related or just general stuff :smallsmile:
Maybe this forum isn't big on LARPers?
I wouldn't know myself. I'm more of a table top guy. I have to retain some of my dignity. :smallredface:
I dunno, there was a good number of LARP stories in the thread on FB about gaming getting you in trouble...Quote:
Originally Posted by DabblerWizard
I honestly can say I have no shame in being a geek. I like it, and it keeps me outta trouble. So yeah :D
See i have to many good stories....hmmm
So i had my enemy cornered his weapons confiscated, two of my hired thugs watching the door, i begin my well thought out and rehearsed evil monologue, i utter my final line "You do know whats going to happen now right Kargh?" i raise my sword about to deliver the final blow...Door opens up as the resident good guys come waltzing in, they then thank me for watching Kargh before his trial...long story short he gets away with murder.
Now my character was FAR for being a good guy, but i learned my lesson, NEVER evil monologue.
Me and some friends were playing a scifi scenario, set on a space station. Not a high quality LARP but it was fun.
The police had under enormous pressure from the local crime syndicates, barricaded them selves at the end of a hallway. The hallway filled with tables and junk, and armed guards hiding. Problem was, the bathrooms was behind them.
Now me and my friends are feeling kinda silly (sorry!:smallredface:) so we find some water bottles, but them in our pants and walk up to the barricade.
Us "Hey, can we pass?"
Guards "No! Now step back"
Us "We need to use the bathrooms, can we pass?"
Guards "Were not taking any chances. Now move or we will open fire"
Us "well okay... have it your way"
We then opened our pants and started "peeing" on the floor and barricade. The guards was stunned! They didn't say a word or moved a muscle, just standing, choked. Then we calmly walked away, satisfied with our deed for the greater good. Behind us we heard the guards falling about the place, laughing their stomachs out:smallbiggrin:
Way to silly, but waaaaaay too fun
Looks like someone hasn't read the Evil Overlord list.Quote:
Originally Posted by Rubo233
I heard this story.
A military guy was visiting his wife stationed in Germany, and they decided to go to a murder-mystery masquerade ball thing.
About 30 minutes into it, it realized it was a Vampire: the Masquerade LARP. He had paid for dinner and there was unlimited beer, so he wanted to stay. He convinced his wife to play so they could eat and drink. They ended up winning the game.
When he returned to base, he was talking to the other guys there, and one of them said: "Dude, that is so lame. Tabletop is the only way to do it."
So I do this thing which isn't LARP exactly. It's pretty much just the combat aspect without any other elements, but occasionally one of us hits up an Amptguard event or something. One of ours was at a Ampt event playing Op4 and he ran into this guy points at his weapon and in his best melodramatic spellcaster voice says, "Put that down!" "Put that down!" "PUT THAT DOWN!!" The guy puts down his weapon and dies. Then he asks about the spell because he's never heard of it before. And our guy says, "Not spell, horde mind trick." This ticks the guy off and he finds a judge, funny thing is the judge just laughed and told him there are no rules against taking advantage of stupidity.
As for personal moments, nothing beats hitting a fully geared knight in his open face guard with a (nerf) rock. He started complaining about rocks and how you can just flip them at people and I pointed out I was several feat from him and threw it baseball style. He was not amused.
Well, it didn't start out as one...
We were playing tabletop Hunter: The Vigil, and were involved in a car chase. We arranged our chairs like a sedan for the chase, keeping our sheets in our laps. We used ourselves as minatures for keeping track who was in which seat with which weapon. We ended up leaping out of of the car and chasing our foe down on foot.
What fun.
My girlfriend has begged me to LARP. Not because she wants to play or thinks its fun or anything positive like that.
She expects me to cause trouble so she can get a good story out of it.
She really enjoyed the story where a group of friends took me to an anime convention (I don't like anime) and got me drunk to see what would happen. I stole a replica Buster Sword from someone dressed as Cloud and a replica gunblade from someone dressed as Squall during lunchtime and attempted to dual omnislash a table before I fell over and started laughing uncontrollably.
Later I asked a girl wearing a "Yuri for Yaoi" shirt what that meant. I was confused for the rest of the day.
Also, my hungover self (I was 22 at the time, mind you) was present at 9am the next morning to participate in a Super Smash Brothers tournament. My first opponent was a dude with an afro and a katana. I beat him. My second opponent was a 10 year old dressed like Ash Ketchum, who bowed to me and said "I look forward to facing you in honorable battle." I promptly suicided and went back to the bar.
Yeah, that's not a LARP, but it's a good story.
There is no LARP that can't be improved with unlimited beer, I say.Quote:
Originally Posted by JeenLeen
Ironically, Wizards in Amtgard get Heat Weapon, which is pretty much 'put that down'.Quote:
Originally Posted by Shyftir
And you want a pissed Druid? Peg them with a Magic Bolt. Arguably the least powerful Spellball in the game. It does the same damage as a dagger... but that's enough to kill a druid if it hits them in the chest, since they can't wear armor, and can't self-buff if they want to continue casting....
Ah, all my funny LARP stories come from OOC moments
Once while monstering Fools and Heroes (a UK swords and sorcery style LARP) one of my friends who was wearing an orc mask at the time approached a dog that appeared round the corner, arm outstretched to stroke it. Moments before he got to it a policewoman rounded the corner after the dog and yeall "OH GOOD GOD NO!"
See it turns out UK police dogs are trained to attack limbs, we all had a good laugh about that one since noone got hurt.
Also playing F&H, when gathering in the car park of the park we played in we were approached by a naked gentleman who proceeded to ramble at us, steal a cloak and run away (someone phoned the police since we ealised he was also hurt but he was gone before they got there)
He reappeared over a ten foot high wall around about the time the police turned up, so they gave him a blanket and sat him in their squad car while they took statements.
He proceeded to escape and lead them on a merry chase, until one of my friends grabbed him in a full nelson, One of the officers then whipped out a can of pepper spray, sprays and somehow managed to hit the naked guy, my friend, himself AND another friend who was standing behind the policeman.
These last two I wasn't present for, but make me chuckle.
Fools and Heroes again. My friends are making their way down to part of the park that they liek to use for events (a small abandoned quarry pit), everyone in costume varying from plate and chainmail to robes or furs.
As the party enters the quarry they stumble across a group of robed figures, one of which I am told, is holding a very real knife... and a live chicken.
The two groups pause for a second before the cries of -
"HOLY CRAP! CULTISTS!" and "HOLY CRAP! WEIRDOES!"
ring out.
Both groups leg it in different directions.
And for the last story, much more recent than the rest, and for a different game. Minds Eye Theatre, werewolf to be exact.
My friend (a legendary Ragabash Shadowlord) has takena few cliaths (low ranking werewolves) and goe to steal a laptop from an influential black spiral dancer.
Upon finding the chap typing away at his desk, the Ragabash walks up to him calmly, puts his hands on the desk, looks him in the eye and says
"Wyrmspawnsayswhat?"
The man utterly confused just manages to utter
"what?"
Before the ragabash yells "yoink!" grabs the laptop and legs it out the door.
Shortly followed by one big angry crinos.
I've just recently joined NERO and had my first session a few weeks ago. I came in my Halloween orc costume, which I'd put a lot of effort into, and this apparently endeared me to the fellows I met, which my escort/guy what introduced me said was basically me not looking or acting like the newbie I am.
Now, I'm generally a quiet girl without a lot of confidence, but my friends tell me that I often radiate 'don't mess with me'. Apparently, I intimidated a half-ogre lord who'd been looking forward to dominance-battling a new orc/ogre character (ever since he gained his writ of nobility, there just aren't enough people willing to engage in uncivilized behavior with him, it seems), to the point where he figures if it comes down to it, he'll submit. Don't ask me how I managed that.
About my funniest experience came from playing a npc necromancer who had a bunch of undead with him. Being new to giving orders I order the undead to go that way (past the party) after trading insults. Course they did and of course they didn't attack the party. The party ripped through them like nothing then did me in.
The second was a thing that happened before I joined the group. They were playing at a campground in a rugged hilly/mountainous area. And the night before there was a monsoon. The path that they were using was covered to water at about hip deep. As it turns out one of the encounters was an armored undead (the type of undead required wearing a chain mail shirt). In order to help their escape some pc magic user targeted the undead with a slip spell, (requires the target to land on at least 2 knees or elbows) to which the person playing the monster saying "f...you". Its easy to loose perspective during a game.
For my third memorable moment I need to explain that I'm not a good fighter type. Really even when given a character with good survivable stats I end up going down spectacularly. I was playing one of my own characters who wasn't meant to be a combatant, being an undead buster and healing support. The camp had captured an enemy necromancer who was unconscious and they asked me to check him to make sure that he wouldn't die and then to wake him up. They then gave me room to do my thing and started to talk. I ended up killing the bum with five hits before anyone reacted. Would have sworn that they would have pulled me away from my task. Guess they were disarmed by my normal behavior of trying to prevent torture and otherwise being a goodie twoshoes. After that fully 1/2 of the camp wanted me dead.
So, just the other day I was in a game where I was chased down by a very tough very powerful undead construct. I was playing a mage with a tiny little dagger, so I stayed just ahead of it in the woods. We both overhear something from the center of the camp, and assume that its "Game over" being called, so being friends out of game we walk back to the center of camp joking and chatting. We realize a few minutes later it is in fact still game time, and I need to run yet again.
:smallbiggrin:Between Smeggedoff and Shyftir's stories I'm pretty sure I'm gonna squeeze this in this summer.
Our group didn't have a good place to play, so we just went to a big hotel and LARPed in an unused atrium. No one even noticed we were there, until one day a big fight scene broke out, and one of the PCs loudly exclaims "OMG, he's got a gun" right when a maid is walking by.
I actually count it a little fortunate that they only kicked us out.
Mine comes from the many games of LARP Vampire the Masqerade I played.
I played the crazy (interesting) clan known as malkavian.
I was to be a guide for the new players in some game based on the government having technology to find vampires and do what is needed to track them.
Let me give you a bit of insight on the character.
He thought anything within his body was untraceable and his weapon was a shovel. Not because a shovel is potent..but because the shovel helped him figure out what to do.
This is also a game based around 2015
Well I walk into an airport with my 5 (not so veteran) players. This is supposed to be a fun and humorous game where my character (bubbles) does some interesting things. We go through the metal detectors and I start beeping..the guards notice the shovel attached to my back and a whip at my waist and promptly as me to remove said objects because they cannot be taken onto an airplane...I do not understand the reasoning behind this and refuse. On another note...I was not poor due to some illegal activity I was involved in. Well they take me into a back room to ask me questions on why I have a shovel in an airport and how I got it in and the Vamp Squad comes in..they grab all my partners and drag us into separate rooms. Well the shovel became less of an issue. I was searched..only to have them find 4 kilos of powder (illegal substance) in my bum. To an ordinary human it would kill them...but im Bubbles...
Well they decided that the powder was ok, and insisted that I had to answer some questions..after about an hour of them hitting me...and asking me what my disciplines were and questions about vampires they shot me a couple of times and I played dead of course...Having killed a guard they released me with a tracking chip...I was unaware of what a Tracking Chip does.
So we are all trying to avoid going back to the HQ so they dont find out where we are staying and invade. Well one of the guys had a limo and I was angry that I did not have one...so i stabbed his tired...not my best work..but the tires made a horrid sound. Well we get pulled over with 4 flats and the cop starts asking questions...he asks if we have anything on us...So of course I explain to him everything I have on me...a shovel, 4 kilos of powder, a whip...wait was was the last thing you said? a whip? no before that? oh 4 kilos of powder... I also have a shotgun under my seat and 4 grenades...but i just found the grenades..the cop looks at us and calls in for backup..asks us to step out of the car...I think he thought I was kidding.
So long story short...I stab said cop in the throat...jump into his cop car...which had one of those video cams in it...so i decide what better use of grenades than to blow the car up. Well I set a big rock on the gas pedal..drop 3 grenades in the car and send it on its way to somewhere.
Later that night I find out that im on the news...WooHoo im gonna make some money...no not..Really. Well instead of protecting bubbles they let me get sniped by a government group and once in torpor one of my buddies decides he is gonna diablorize me (eat my soul to gain power).
In the end we learn that never trust a malkavian with money.
It was of course stupid character playing...but it was humorous and caused alot of Story for the ST to use.
In a sword and board LARP, I got squared up during a tournament against a woman I never met before. She was armored with shield and helm, so I never got a good luck at her. She was good and had taken one of my legs, so I was forced to do a lot of parrying while rolling around on one knee. Getting fatigued, I toss my shield away and dive at her while swing as quick as possible for an opening on her sword arm. At the same moment she ducks into the blow. She gets dumped on her ass, her helmet flying off. The reeves stop the match, I feel like an ass for hitting a girl in the face, she gets up and stares at me. Her right eye is trying to burn a hole through me, her left eye is looking about 45 degrees away from me to the right an up. My first thought was “Holy Crap! I’ve blinded her!” Turns out she was already cross eyed, cockeyed, whatever the term is. But I was mortified that I had permanently scarred someone with a foam weapon. Caught crap for that for years from my friends.
In WW werewolf LARP, we decided to make a hardcore Get of Fenris for me. The tribal disadvantage is Intolerance, Get are reactionary and closed minded bigots. This is supposed to be a major social flaw where they are completely close minded toward a certain group. But most of the players were picking something lame (“I’m intolerant of bigots”) or something unlikely ever to come up in a local game (“I hate New Zealanders”). So we made Alec “Throats the Mule” de Waal, an Apartheid era Afrikaner. So he’s got a double whammy on his intolerance: he’s racist and he hates mules (slang for metis, the sterile illegal offspring of two werewolves mating). Which is intentional because he’s a pseudo NPC antagonist. Now LARP (especially Garou) , at least the group we were a part of, tends to be about 98% white with the balance tending towards asian or hispanic. Hadn’t seen an African American at a game ever. First major game he’s in play, I’m in full close minded bigot mode doing a fine job of making everyone hate me. I look across the area, and I see this new guy signing in, you saw it coming yep African American. I immediately feel like a heel, go over to introduce myself, and explain what I’m playing. Thankfully he’s totally cool with it, but turns out he’s also playing a metis. So by rights, my Get should just tear his throat out on sight. AKWARD! So we just decide that my character will be somewhere else where the high muckity mucks can argue with him and leave the new players alone. But that was probably the most uncomfortable 5 minutes in my gaming career.
Farther down the same LARP storyline, I was playing a much less controversial GlassWalker. A couple of players and I decided to get a custom totem because we didn’t like the pseudo New Age feel of the existing totems. Because of the makeup of the pack (Walker, Gnawers, Get all from the Midwest USA), we get with the storyteller and design a war aspect of the urban totem American Dream called The Duke. At a big con, the storytellers describe the pack totems gathering before the assembled garou. There is a noble storm eagle, a gigantic wolf, a beautiful unicorn, etc… and John f*&king Wayne (aka, the Duke, the war aspect of the American Dream). The great thing was, the individual pack members were willing to sacrifice enough of their individual power so that John Wayne was probably one of the 2 most powerful totems in attendance. The idea of John Wayne pimp slapping Grandfather Thunder or Fenris was a subject of infinite merriment.
While LARPing looks like fun, I'd rather not get into it. If you let yourself get dragged too far into the Dark Forest of Geekdom, you may never find your way out again.
I played in an Over the Edge one shot run by a mix of people who at the time worked for Atlas Games and a couple of their friends. It was a work of dadaist genius, and not just because of the people running it.
I had a dose of Broadcast and a few other items that I had been hanging on to because I needed an item and it was taking me a lot of wrangling to get close to it. I left a room to finally make the trade and an antimatter grenade went off. It was dumb luck that I didn't get popped, but that only has a loose connection to the event. I wasn't a target of the attack. If I remember correctly, it was to take out the player who was playing Arthur Compton. If you're not familiar with OtE, he's kind of an analog of the Marquis de Sade, only with a focus on dark magic and demonology instead of just S&M.
I'm not sure what the motivation behind this was, but they kept him out of the way and implanted him on a Tulpa. Tulpas are psychic creatures that emulate a person, spending years building up the personality. Exposure to the actual person erodes this, and they aren't so much a copy, as a copy built on what people around the Tulpa think that person is like and would do in the present situation. So a Tulpa of Sir Arthur Compton would be really, really messed up and vile. Then they injected the Tulpa with Broadcast. Broadcast is a psychic drug that causes the user to project all of their thoughts telepathically to those around them.
OK, so we have a copy of a man who everyone knows is vile and has strong feelings about how he would be fuelling his madness, and he's broadcasting his thoughts to everyone. (In game he made something like a fan with a closed mouth drawn on it and would yell every thought that came to his mind when he wasn't otherwise talking.)
While this was happening, like I said earlier, I had managed to trade for the artifact I had been hunting for the entire game. The person who had it never bothered to learn what it was and what he could do with it. The artifact was a C.U.S.S., a Collective Unconscious Swizzle Stick. You could use it to stir up the Collective Unconscious of all of the players. I assume it was a CutUp creation. So what could you do with it? Well, throughout the game the GMs had been giving out information and items to players. With the C.U.S.S. you could go to any GM and give them some information and they'd start to spread it to the players, like any other game information. The GMs wouldn't question anything you said, and you couldn't direct the information at all, they'd just start telling everyone at random whatever you told them to say. My first experiments were simple, just to gauge the effects. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Elvis has left the building." It was fantastic. People started to make all kinds of assumptions. (Elvis does live on Al Amarja, but he doesn't really leave The Terminal at the airport.)
I had massive power to steer the entire game. People thought that other players were on to their plans because of vague messages planted in the group. Some of them even turned out to be true, coincidentally.
I haven't had that much of a thrill in a LARP since the pre-GenCon run of the first ST:DS9 LARP when with 30 seconds of the game left I managed, playing Rom, took over Quark's bar. I couldn't make any headway due to being banned from the place, at least until the VIP playing Q turned me into "Elvis (The Fat, Old Version)". I got better, but I had to sing. It put me on the road to bribing all of the bartenders and staging a coup. One bartender would only take alien artifacts, which led to a scene staged by the GMs where Han Solo in Carbonite (labelled as something like "A black monolith with a space pirate carved into it") was delivered to the guy. Unfortunately, the Ferengi team didn't get their final team goal because of a small oversight on our part. But it's fun to play a character with goals that are meant to be pretty much impossible and manage, barely, to meet them.
There were some entertaining moments due to the fact that ferengi won't do anything without making a profit. You're not any more protected from mind control effects as long as you come out a little ahead on whatever demands are made. "There's no profit in that."
There's the evil that is organized LARPing, and the Evil that is LARPing based on White Wolf products, and then there are 6 hour to three day long games at conventions.Quote:
Originally Posted by Beowulf DW
Some people take the things too seriously and suck out all the potential fun.
Don't knock White Wolf con games. They're the big reason to do White Wolf LARPs.Quote:
Originally Posted by kc0bbq
That being said, I don't have many interesting LARP stories. Though my perception of "interesting" is a bit warped. The interesting parts usually come during the after parties.
With regard to LARPing being too geeky, I submit this: http://www.weregeek.com/2009/02/11/
This one time, at a LARP, my idiot Paladin character killed the Godess of Public Opinion.
Another time, the 50-something year old, awkward university professor I was RPing bodily picked up The Hot Girl at the Party, and flamboyantly proposed.
Too bad she had accepted the party con artist's proposal just a few minutes earlier. :smallfrown:
At the same LARP, the catholic priest raped 3 people in the first 15 minutes. And gave each of them a lollipop.
A long time ago, 10 years or so, we were doing a weekend Star Trek LARP in an office building which was empty for the weekend. What they hadn't told us was that the night watch was running patrols every hour. What they hadn't told the night watch was what we were actually doing.
So right in the middle of the first time travel/engine malfunction situations, there comes this small guy in uniform, with a pass card in hand, staring at us as if we had several heads. We of course tried to ignore him until the chief engineer bumped into him. The watch guy made a run for it and I'm sure he phoned the owner of the building although he later claimed he didn't :smallcool:
So we kept on going, trying to pretend it had not happened. An hour alter, a younger watchman came along, and the old guy had obviously not told him about us. He was probably watching us on camera by now. Anyway, the young guy gets what we are doing and just walks on. The chief engineer curses and complains over holodeck programs running wild in the ship.
Me being the primary GM, I added the holodeck problem to the story without probs. Knowing that those guys would show up again, I told the chief engineer not to bother trying to fix the holodeck issues. But, totally into the game, the engineer insists. a bit later, the watch comes through again, this time a young gal just the type of the chief engineer.
The Captain looks up and says "You didn't fix the problem I see, but you sure made the problem more bearable to look at."
We had to take a break then, not even the resident vulcan could stop laughing. :smallsmile: