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9 years ago
I just got back from a very special live-action-roll play-convention (L.a.r.p.). It was a horror-larp with very few players involved, but I am sure to remember that experience for the rest of my live. The amount of love, effort and creativity that the staff put into this one-day-one-night horror-trip was astounding.
The first unusual thing was that I did not “make” a character. The roll was given to me with its own backstory and all. I was a plastic surgeon with a fake doctors degree and my seven years old daughter went missing on a camping trip from “sunshine tours”. So after suing the company I went on a trip to the same location myself to look for clues, when I met the others.
At the start, a suitcase with (safe and dull) surgery-equipment was handed to me, together with five stapled together “madness cards”. I was told that whenever my character is in a situation that would potentially impact her sanity I was expected to open one and do what it says.
From then on everything just slowly unraveled. The electronic devices stopped working, all but one; an old radio. We found ourselves unable to turn it off and strange messages reached us. People from different great cities all over Europe called for help. They told us the electricity was down, that there were earthquakes, floods and strange creatures attacking them. One by one the other radio-stations went quiet, some of them screaming, till we couldn’t reach anyone anymore. We had listened to the end of the world. I opened my first card and it told me that some of the people around me have little imperfections and that I may talk with them about fixing them.
Later that night we heard someone screaming in the woods, but we had no weapons, except an axe for wood-shopping and a few small knifes. So no one dared to go and take a look…
A creature attacked us. It looked human and it laughed all the way, but it had no skin; Just open, bloody muscle-fibers. It bit the young man in the tent next to mine. We split the beasts head with the axe in desperate self-defense. I pressed a bandage into the mans neck wound and tried to stop the bleeding, but he soon stopped breathing. I tried to first aid-measures and gave him an adrenalin injection to restart his heart but I could not save him. I opened my second card and it read: “Pick a person and think about what to change. Make a little sketch about the improvements in your note-book.”
Later in the night I heard my daughter’s voice on the radio. Or did I? She cried for her mommy and told me that she was in a dark place. She wanted to go home, but she could not tell me where to look for her and just kept crying. She told me and the others that she needed to be quiet because of someone else that was with her and might find her if she keeps talking. The contact broke down and so did I. I just sat there and cried. We had a priest with us. He tried to cheer me up. It helped a little bit but I knew that the ruled demanded another madness-card. The card told me to do calculation on how much anesthetics it would take to do the operation I had planned before.
A teenage girl in a black dressed died next. She just stood up without a word and went towards a lake. Her mother stopped her and I thought to myself that she might be suicidal. I wanted to give her an injection of some kind of tranquilizer but I could not find my suitcase. I went looking for it and eventually found it hidden below a bush, but when I came back the girl hat run off again and jumped into the cloudy water. We saw the last air bubbles of her breath break to the surface. Her mother, a battle hardened police woman broke down and cried just as I had. I offered her antidepressants to help but she declined. I decided not to take another card, because the game was still long and I wanted to see the end of it, so I took the anti-depression-pills myself. Lots of it…
Later a member of the camp stuff told me that he needed to show me something. I followed him and he showed me a patch of dirt behind one of the sheds. Me and my new friends dug it up and found my missing daughters doll. I injected air into the system of the man that showed me the grave and watched him die from it. Only the police-woman tried to talk me out of it, but even she wasn’t determent enough to actually stop me from doing it. After all the world was coming to an end and I would never stand trial anyway. My next card told me to try the dose of anesthetics on the person I picked an open the last card as soon as I was done.
I took the doll and slowly went toward the lake. The police woman followed, afraid that I would kill myself, now that I had my revenge. I readied a dose of anesthetics and she jumped towards me to keep me from injecting something potentially deadly into my arm, but I didn’t took myself out. I put the needle into –her- arm as she reached out for me. She lost conscious just like planed it and I opened my last card. It read that now, that everything is ready it was time for the procedure. I disinfected her face and started to “improve” her. Giggling madly and talking to my doll all the time. I wanted her to look like my daughters doll, but her waist wasn’t right so I removed her lower to rips from her. Sometime later she woke up and screamed. I just gave her more anesthetics and kept working on her, till the others arrived. They didn’t even knock me unconscious. They just told me to take a break from my important work so I did. Thee-Hee… I was going to make the world beautiful again… I would fix them all. Yes…. I would…
We were having dinner. Someone eventually fixed the police woman up, but they would not let me finish the improvement so I was moody the whole time. Suddenly someone screamed and strange, abnormal beings invaded the camp. I tried to escape but one caught up to me and tried to pull me back. I took out my scalpel and fought back to no avail. I just could not piece its leathery skin. It took the blade from me and slit my throat. I died; at least I thought I did. I woke up back the camp and felt that my lungs were limp like a deflated balloon. I took the deepest breath ever to refill them and coughed up the blood I had swallowed. I was surrounded by the corpses of the others and a dozen of the alien creatures. One of them, witch I tough might have been the leader killed the one that brought me here, for killing me instead of bringing me alive. Than he reached out for my and put his lobster-like claws around my neck. He strangled me and I finally escaped the nightmare, the only way we could ever have… dyeing.
^^ That was only a very brief description of the events that happened during the game and only those my character actually knew about. There was a ton more and everybody had his or her own madness-cards to go through. I just wanted to write about it. The people behind it did a great job bringing this horror-setting to live. We had a chance to win somehow but it was next to impossible to do and I am fine with that. Horror is not about overcoming evil and neither is the Catullu-mythos.
The first unusual thing was that I did not “make” a character. The roll was given to me with its own backstory and all. I was a plastic surgeon with a fake doctors degree and my seven years old daughter went missing on a camping trip from “sunshine tours”. So after suing the company I went on a trip to the same location myself to look for clues, when I met the others.
At the start, a suitcase with (safe and dull) surgery-equipment was handed to me, together with five stapled together “madness cards”. I was told that whenever my character is in a situation that would potentially impact her sanity I was expected to open one and do what it says.
From then on everything just slowly unraveled. The electronic devices stopped working, all but one; an old radio. We found ourselves unable to turn it off and strange messages reached us. People from different great cities all over Europe called for help. They told us the electricity was down, that there were earthquakes, floods and strange creatures attacking them. One by one the other radio-stations went quiet, some of them screaming, till we couldn’t reach anyone anymore. We had listened to the end of the world. I opened my first card and it told me that some of the people around me have little imperfections and that I may talk with them about fixing them.
Later that night we heard someone screaming in the woods, but we had no weapons, except an axe for wood-shopping and a few small knifes. So no one dared to go and take a look…
A creature attacked us. It looked human and it laughed all the way, but it had no skin; Just open, bloody muscle-fibers. It bit the young man in the tent next to mine. We split the beasts head with the axe in desperate self-defense. I pressed a bandage into the mans neck wound and tried to stop the bleeding, but he soon stopped breathing. I tried to first aid-measures and gave him an adrenalin injection to restart his heart but I could not save him. I opened my second card and it read: “Pick a person and think about what to change. Make a little sketch about the improvements in your note-book.”
Later in the night I heard my daughter’s voice on the radio. Or did I? She cried for her mommy and told me that she was in a dark place. She wanted to go home, but she could not tell me where to look for her and just kept crying. She told me and the others that she needed to be quiet because of someone else that was with her and might find her if she keeps talking. The contact broke down and so did I. I just sat there and cried. We had a priest with us. He tried to cheer me up. It helped a little bit but I knew that the ruled demanded another madness-card. The card told me to do calculation on how much anesthetics it would take to do the operation I had planned before.
A teenage girl in a black dressed died next. She just stood up without a word and went towards a lake. Her mother stopped her and I thought to myself that she might be suicidal. I wanted to give her an injection of some kind of tranquilizer but I could not find my suitcase. I went looking for it and eventually found it hidden below a bush, but when I came back the girl hat run off again and jumped into the cloudy water. We saw the last air bubbles of her breath break to the surface. Her mother, a battle hardened police woman broke down and cried just as I had. I offered her antidepressants to help but she declined. I decided not to take another card, because the game was still long and I wanted to see the end of it, so I took the anti-depression-pills myself. Lots of it…
Later a member of the camp stuff told me that he needed to show me something. I followed him and he showed me a patch of dirt behind one of the sheds. Me and my new friends dug it up and found my missing daughters doll. I injected air into the system of the man that showed me the grave and watched him die from it. Only the police-woman tried to talk me out of it, but even she wasn’t determent enough to actually stop me from doing it. After all the world was coming to an end and I would never stand trial anyway. My next card told me to try the dose of anesthetics on the person I picked an open the last card as soon as I was done.
I took the doll and slowly went toward the lake. The police woman followed, afraid that I would kill myself, now that I had my revenge. I readied a dose of anesthetics and she jumped towards me to keep me from injecting something potentially deadly into my arm, but I didn’t took myself out. I put the needle into –her- arm as she reached out for me. She lost conscious just like planed it and I opened my last card. It read that now, that everything is ready it was time for the procedure. I disinfected her face and started to “improve” her. Giggling madly and talking to my doll all the time. I wanted her to look like my daughters doll, but her waist wasn’t right so I removed her lower to rips from her. Sometime later she woke up and screamed. I just gave her more anesthetics and kept working on her, till the others arrived. They didn’t even knock me unconscious. They just told me to take a break from my important work so I did. Thee-Hee… I was going to make the world beautiful again… I would fix them all. Yes…. I would…
We were having dinner. Someone eventually fixed the police woman up, but they would not let me finish the improvement so I was moody the whole time. Suddenly someone screamed and strange, abnormal beings invaded the camp. I tried to escape but one caught up to me and tried to pull me back. I took out my scalpel and fought back to no avail. I just could not piece its leathery skin. It took the blade from me and slit my throat. I died; at least I thought I did. I woke up back the camp and felt that my lungs were limp like a deflated balloon. I took the deepest breath ever to refill them and coughed up the blood I had swallowed. I was surrounded by the corpses of the others and a dozen of the alien creatures. One of them, witch I tough might have been the leader killed the one that brought me here, for killing me instead of bringing me alive. Than he reached out for my and put his lobster-like claws around my neck. He strangled me and I finally escaped the nightmare, the only way we could ever have… dyeing.
^^ That was only a very brief description of the events that happened during the game and only those my character actually knew about. There was a ton more and everybody had his or her own madness-cards to go through. I just wanted to write about it. The people behind it did a great job bringing this horror-setting to live. We had a chance to win somehow but it was next to impossible to do and I am fine with that. Horror is not about overcoming evil and neither is the Catullu-mythos.
Atleast you could slay some zombies.