Not the best, but up there.
So we have just come through a Cam weekend. Normally by the end of Cam weekends I am rat-shit, exhausted and drained of all enthusiasm. Well the first two are certainly true, but my enthusiasm couldn't be higher right now.
It's all to do with the Requiem game on Saturday night, and what followed into the wee hours of Sunday morning and beyond.
First, we were graced by two Cammie guests. Tony Gittoes, who we haven't seen in an age, and Jon Gaudart, who's never visited our games, both came up to grace our Requiem game. This is fucking awesome because we havn't had visitors for ages, and knowing these guys personally meant that the game would be cool just because of their mere presence.
Second, we hooked a newbie. Allan, a friend of a few of the players here has long been on the sidelines of the game conversations we have at the University and helped set up character databases for us, but never made the step to creating a character and playing. Then out of the blue, Chris Gough emails me and says he's gonna play on Saturday.
Third, we were going to test Crone proxy cheese. Having just had four of the Crones come back from a proxy to Perth, we wanted to test out what we had learnt there, so got together before the game to pick out a target - and what a smorgasboard! It was a pretty big list we had, including the two visitors, but we narrowed it down, set our sights and plunged into game.
Fourth, cheese failed, but resulted in the best call of the evening! Niamh needed just one more success, and with her pool, that meant drawing a 4 or better. The tension was so thick you could cut it, but she couldn't, and drew a 1. "It's so disappointing," she said. "It's like not coming!" We all stopped in our tracks and giggled a lot and when she ran across Evan, declared her dodgy comment "all his fault!"
Fifth, the court both sucked and was awesome at the same time. Nothing much happened at the court, at least that's what it looked like on the surface. On the surface, kindred came, talked, one of them fell unconscious for no apparent reason, and then left. For those not in the underbelly, it could have seemed dull, but underneath the conversations were full of wheeling, dealing, backstabbing, betrayal, and more. Two lives were lost, yet no one alerted the court, it was all kept under wraps by those who knew. It was so thick in the underbelly of whispered politics that on the way home after the court a chance meeting by four kindred never knew that 5 armies of retainers awaited around them in the shadows ready to take out any threat wielding party.
Sixth, post game coffee, beer, and conversation. We invaded Chris Gough's place and amongst drinking beer or coffee, the buzz from the game created some awesome conversations that lasted till the wee hours of Sunday morning. It was there that some of the unknown came out, and that people realized how completely farked, or lucky to be alive their characters were. Cheeses were compared, and Tony's was found to be just that much older and stinkier than everyone else's, but we still reckoned at the end of the night that we could take him.
Seventh, pancakes and the buzz continues. Resurrecting Tammie's old tradition, we had decided to invite people around for pancakes the next morning. The message didn't quite get around though, and some people didn't turn up, or turned up way late. When they did, the coffee flowed, and we kept chatting about the night before, the possibilities, the outcomes, how it could have gone better - all that, and then the scheming and planning for the future.
It's still going - as when I got to Uni today, we talked for hours about it all. I haven't checked my mail past the OOC stuff, but I'm anxious as to how it's being written about ICly. It was a great game, and will have echoes far in the future. Tony reckons he'll rock down for another game next month. With any luck, Jon will show up again soon. Awesome. Absolutely awesome.
It's all to do with the Requiem game on Saturday night, and what followed into the wee hours of Sunday morning and beyond.
First, we were graced by two Cammie guests. Tony Gittoes, who we haven't seen in an age, and Jon Gaudart, who's never visited our games, both came up to grace our Requiem game. This is fucking awesome because we havn't had visitors for ages, and knowing these guys personally meant that the game would be cool just because of their mere presence.
Second, we hooked a newbie. Allan, a friend of a few of the players here has long been on the sidelines of the game conversations we have at the University and helped set up character databases for us, but never made the step to creating a character and playing. Then out of the blue, Chris Gough emails me and says he's gonna play on Saturday.
Third, we were going to test Crone proxy cheese. Having just had four of the Crones come back from a proxy to Perth, we wanted to test out what we had learnt there, so got together before the game to pick out a target - and what a smorgasboard! It was a pretty big list we had, including the two visitors, but we narrowed it down, set our sights and plunged into game.
Fourth, cheese failed, but resulted in the best call of the evening! Niamh needed just one more success, and with her pool, that meant drawing a 4 or better. The tension was so thick you could cut it, but she couldn't, and drew a 1. "It's so disappointing," she said. "It's like not coming!" We all stopped in our tracks and giggled a lot and when she ran across Evan, declared her dodgy comment "all his fault!"
Fifth, the court both sucked and was awesome at the same time. Nothing much happened at the court, at least that's what it looked like on the surface. On the surface, kindred came, talked, one of them fell unconscious for no apparent reason, and then left. For those not in the underbelly, it could have seemed dull, but underneath the conversations were full of wheeling, dealing, backstabbing, betrayal, and more. Two lives were lost, yet no one alerted the court, it was all kept under wraps by those who knew. It was so thick in the underbelly of whispered politics that on the way home after the court a chance meeting by four kindred never knew that 5 armies of retainers awaited around them in the shadows ready to take out any threat wielding party.
Sixth, post game coffee, beer, and conversation. We invaded Chris Gough's place and amongst drinking beer or coffee, the buzz from the game created some awesome conversations that lasted till the wee hours of Sunday morning. It was there that some of the unknown came out, and that people realized how completely farked, or lucky to be alive their characters were. Cheeses were compared, and Tony's was found to be just that much older and stinkier than everyone else's, but we still reckoned at the end of the night that we could take him.
Seventh, pancakes and the buzz continues. Resurrecting Tammie's old tradition, we had decided to invite people around for pancakes the next morning. The message didn't quite get around though, and some people didn't turn up, or turned up way late. When they did, the coffee flowed, and we kept chatting about the night before, the possibilities, the outcomes, how it could have gone better - all that, and then the scheming and planning for the future.
It's still going - as when I got to Uni today, we talked for hours about it all. I haven't checked my mail past the OOC stuff, but I'm anxious as to how it's being written about ICly. It was a great game, and will have echoes far in the future. Tony reckons he'll rock down for another game next month. With any luck, Jon will show up again soon. Awesome. Absolutely awesome.