It’s cowboy horror larp time. Way back in the mists of 2012 I was lucky enough to play in the original Fistful of Pesos game. You can read that review here. I had a very good time.
The resurgence of the Fear of the Dark has brought us to its sequel. A Fistful of Pesos 2.
Actually sequel isn’t strictly true as I learned that is is actually part 2 of what will be a trilogy of cowboy horror events. That’s the history. What about the event itself?
The event started at around 8pm on the Friday (June 1st 2018). The first evening really gave us a chance to settle into our characters. Yes there was some threat. But it was nothing terrifying. We got our cowboy on and got used to our sixguns, Importantly we grasped out place in the story. Up until this point we’d all received a number of mails detailing the backstory and know it all came together as we played it,.
It was 1850 and were all part of a Wagon Train that was heading out West. The journey had been arduous and now the train was in trouble. Key members had been poisoned and could not be moved. So a small party had set off to check out a shortcut to a Fort, where it was hoped that medical supplies and much needed food could be found. We were that party.
Early on in the game we reached a shack. The plan was that we’d overnight there and move. This is where larp and reality clashed. Most of the male players had decided to play U.S. macho. They’d fight, shoot, drink, ride and do all the rough stuff. Women though had to cook, and clean and be submissive. So the games sole female player found herself being pushed towards the kitchen. The cooking was her job.
This did not go down too well. Not in the slightest.
Now some of this was due to the kind of politically incorrect banter that goes on at these games. But some of it was a modern reaction to being put in situation where current norms don’t work. Now how her character should have reacted – I’m not qualified to say. But it felt that in addition to some teasing we had genuine reaction between modern feelings and the worst of 1850,
That is something that I’ve always liked about larp. The ability to let us feel things in a way that is outside of how we normally live.
The next morning saw my character suffer the consequences of over sleeping (a bit of a shouting at), and the consumption of beans (the side effects of which would be prevalent through the day). Then we were off. All we had to do was avoid being shot at by the locals and get through a short canyon that had some bad stories told about it.
This is where I’m going to stop the account. I’m getting into spoiler territory should this ever be rerun. Also what came next had to be seen, heard and experienced. Let’s just say that as the day progressed things got strange. Things got eerie, surreal and spooky. We felt the toll of death and were pushed by forces that we didn’t begin to understand onwards but not upwards.
The high point if you can call it that was the reading of a very authentic diary that told gruesome tale of a previous wagon train that tried to get through the canyon. It was listened to in hushed silence and set us all up for knowing that a bad end could not be far away.
It was very Fear of the Dark. Letting us grow into our characters. Have room for some fun and then over time reveal the situation we were in. I had a great time. I’m looking forward to the next one
Interesting this event was inspired / taken from an actual story of a group of travellers from 1846-1847. The Donner Party. I think that helped give this an edge of realism. If you’d like to know more about the Donner Party this is a link to the Wikipedia page.
As is becoming usual we shot some off the cuff video diaries
Diary 1: Friday: just before we started
Diary 2: Saturday: Dressed As Cowboys
Diary 3: Sunday, It’s All Over and Time to say Thank You