Last night, I killed a city guard, raised it as a zombie, ordered it to cause a fire to the elven city’s great holy tree and then bite a few peasants. In the meantime, I cast Hunger of Hadar over a few dozen civilians.

I was bored.

I buy the goblins a round of drinks to calm them and ask if their factory is unionized.

On one LARP I slit my own throat sitting in a pub with a dwarf I befriended just before that, with his knife (I had reasons).

He had a tough time explaining that, since nobody but him saw me do it. I wasn’t planning to frame him, but I had real trouble not grinning like an idiot while lying there dead while a bunch of people tried to solve the “murder”.

When they say no I report them to their boss for discussing unionization

Uh, if they’re like MtG goblins, you made their day better

when the boss punishes them for discussing unionization, i run a union drive and we cook and eat the boss. now i’m the boss.

Real Maglubiyet hours

Lawful evil, I see…

Had a look at his Twitter

That guy needs to wake up one day and choose therapy

I have to ask what those reasons were.

Well, my character was a high priest and a fanatical follower of a sun god, part of delegation from a foreign country. Early on me and a few other people from out group were almost decided to kill another one of us since we thought he was a traitor and for roleplay’s sake I decided to give my god a say by drawing a single card out of a 78 card tarot deck. So of course the card I got that The Sun…

Meaning I had to do a complete 180 and then spent the rest of the LARP doing everything he said and trusting him completely. He didn’t really know what was going on or how to do stuff, in-character or out of it. I was painfully aware that he kept sending me to do stupid shit that didn’t matter, but I was commited. It was hilarious, if tiring.

Anyway, this was on the last evening (+ about an hour to wrap up if someone needed to the next day) and I was pretty exhausted, physically and mentally, so I decided I’d just stop playing and go to bed early, but then the dwarf arrived looking for our elf general (who was in a dungeon somewhere) and demanding that he’s honourbound to go to a pub with him - that’s a whole another story, one I was very much involved in, so I offered to go in his stead. It seemed like a very nice end to my B plot and it actually shook all tiredness off me.

Anyway, we’re just drinking there while that guy I decided I’ll view as a beacon of truth went past, leaned to me and whispered me the bad news that our god was dead. As I found out later, he was mistaken, but I trusted him, so I asked the dwarf if I could have look at his knife and killed myself.

And it worked out really nicely. I ended up getting a small 1-on-1 afterlife RP session with a not-quite-organiser who was present at my suicide, the scene that played out after my death was amazing (don’t worry the dwarf managed to convince people it was a suicice) and I went to get a spare simple villager costume to get back to drinking, which had the advantage of finally being able to have a good talk with some friends from the previous year (it just didn’t make any sense to talk to them as my main character that year).

Plus I never died on a LARP before, getting to do the deed myself was a nice bonus to a new experience =P