The Years That Weren’t
The Years That Weren’t (COVID and New England Sport LARPING) “Paralyze by...
Read MoreThe Years That Weren’t (COVID and New England Sport LARPING) “Paralyze by...
Read MoreVendor Hack – B3 Imagination Studios A Premiere Maker Space for LARPers and SCAdians alike Before...
Read MoreVendor Hack Half Moon – the best $20 $265+ dollars you’ll ever spend At the point where you’ve put...
Read MoreThe Red Rocket. The Hound of Glory. The Dog Dick of Shame. The dreaded 24” short claw. Never, ever use these. I know, I know, these things wash up in Monster Camps and tend to stick there like the idea that tacos and beans will make a great Saturday meal; throw them away.
Read MoreIf there’s one thing LARPing in New England showed us this past year was that the hobby is growing and fracturing at an increasingly frenetic pace, and also that crowd-funding your game is the space to be in.
Read MoreA quick little list piece I’ll be updating from time to time to supposedly dispense wisdom. What’s really going on here is that there are a number of game mechanics that barely work and have been (essentially) expunged by years of prior experience and knowledge but which still, for some reason, begin to creep back in every now and then.
Read MoreA rare pro-positive article here on the adventure blog, this week we’ll take a look at making your game (and others) more enjoyable for the low low cost of $5
Read MoreSo what are the most serious injuries you have ever seen in your 15 years of LARPing? Generally, people wrenching their knees, ankles or backs before the start of game. Another chap made a leaping, diving attack and landed wrong on his arm, breaking it (or was it a wrist?). Oh, someone wearing shorts tore through a mass of brambles and cut up his legs pretty good.
Read MoreThe Saturday Night Shitshow- Sometime after about 10pm on Saturday night of a standard event, combat politeness begins to deteriorate. People are hyped up and yet tired. Environmental concerns like cold, wet, and even heat begin to pile up and exhaustion begins to set in. As the event naturally builds to a climax, the stakes are raised.
Read MoreThe sword looked cool. It *felt* cool. I looked good holding it, it looked good being pretend-scabbarded at my side. And then Xephyr hit me in the neck/back/shoulder/hip with the giant head of a giant goddamn mace that was, I kid you not, more than a foot in width and covered in spikes because fuck you, NPCs.
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