As I’ve been assembling LARPBook I’ve found myself thinking about the LARP events I’ve been too and the parts I played. Inevitably I got caught up in remembering the first game I was ever part of, and more importantly that single magic moment when I knew that I loved LARP games.
This is how it went.
It was a very early Fear of the Dark scenario – I think the clubs second. The game was called Wild Aces and it featured an unlikely group assembled by a secret agency run by the U.N. to deal with the dangerous and extreme. OK – so it was a spy story, and the players job was to deal with a secret base working on chemical / biological weapons.
I have to admit that I do not remember all the games details – it was a long time ago. What I do remember was an evening of investigating, double dealing, information and disinformation. Slowly dread and horror began to over take the spy action as we realised that this was no ordinary covert op and there was something nasty in the darkness. Things came to a head in the middle of the night as chased by a huge thing with glowing red eyes the surviving players battled each other in last ditch chance to complete conflicting briefs. During this time I was grabbed, my opponent went over my shoulder,we both rolled and came up pointing guns in each others faces.
It was a moment of pure cinema.
And I was sold- hook, line, sinker and copy of Angling Times. It was combination of something cinematic mixed in with the heightened emotions that came from being in this game that made me realise that I had stumbled onto something very special.
That was 2 decades ago and those feelings never left me.
Now I am wondering – just what your magic moment. At what point did you realise that LARP was special and you had a passion for it.
Do you have a story you would like to share?