The transitive property of morality
After this past weekend I know my RP limit. I didn't quite cross it, but by the end there I was pretty wiped.
On Thursday my mage chased shiny magical objects, managed to avoid further damage, and met the first other human mages he's ever seen. (Hopefully now he'll stop wanting to visit that demon mage who enslaved him that one time.) Meanwhile his friends epically stopped a zombocalypse and demonic robot (robotic demon?) and killed piles and piles of zombies. It was all around awesome. Friday, the system my guard exists in got updated again, so suddenly one of our party members could magically dominate almost anyone alive. This made life easy, and currently they're all embroiled in a battle with a bunch of minions and one crazy chick who tried to destroy our town. We're going to kill her, hopefully slowly. (We're not a particularly Good party, but we're lawful in our own way.) Saturday, my somewhat sheltered, incredibly well trained Werewolf cub moved from a strict, traditional, very formal home life to a Sept that my brain has filed away as strongly Chaotic Good. A Child of Gaia Sept Alpha with five four levels of Shadow Lord purebreed who says things like "Oh, I'm not very formal. Don't bow to me," is just one example of somewhat...unexpected encounters. By Sunday I was fading, but switching back and forth between my two personas in TnD was incredibly fun. I ended up somewhat disappointed, but for fairly typical LARP reasons, and it was certainly an interesting experience. I went straight from TnD to GURPS, where my character finally left the hospital. Both he and I were rather exhausted, so I spent most of that time trying to get all of the other characters to sit down peacefully and enjoy food, company, alcohol and the knowledge that our main villain is dead and won't bother us any more. That ended in a heated argument discussing the morality of killing said horrible villain, but fortunately we have a lot of characters who are wise for their age, and my guy, who has aboslutely no problem lying (except to one person) and certainly doesn't mind misrepresenting various moral standpoints. (Huzzah for playing three strongly Lawful characters followed by a Chaotic Good guy who has to manipulate a Lawful character into accepting an action as "moral" using the other character's definition of morality.)
After ten hours of sleep and a quiet afternoon, I'm mostly recharged. Summer plans are slowly solidifying, I have parental approval for my backup plans, so all possible pressure in the work regard is gone, and now I just need to sit down and write two final papers. Meanwhile I enjoyed three days of spring or so last week, but today I'm in shorts and sandals, which reminds me that I need to make sure I have proper clothes for summer. I don't know how I enter every season with out enough light or warm clothing, but perhaps I just dress for fall all the time.
On Thursday my mage chased shiny magical objects, managed to avoid further damage, and met the first other human mages he's ever seen. (Hopefully now he'll stop wanting to visit that demon mage who enslaved him that one time.) Meanwhile his friends epically stopped a zombocalypse and demonic robot (robotic demon?) and killed piles and piles of zombies. It was all around awesome. Friday, the system my guard exists in got updated again, so suddenly one of our party members could magically dominate almost anyone alive. This made life easy, and currently they're all embroiled in a battle with a bunch of minions and one crazy chick who tried to destroy our town. We're going to kill her, hopefully slowly. (We're not a particularly Good party, but we're lawful in our own way.) Saturday, my somewhat sheltered, incredibly well trained Werewolf cub moved from a strict, traditional, very formal home life to a Sept that my brain has filed away as strongly Chaotic Good. A Child of Gaia Sept Alpha with five four levels of Shadow Lord purebreed who says things like "Oh, I'm not very formal. Don't bow to me," is just one example of somewhat...unexpected encounters. By Sunday I was fading, but switching back and forth between my two personas in TnD was incredibly fun. I ended up somewhat disappointed, but for fairly typical LARP reasons, and it was certainly an interesting experience. I went straight from TnD to GURPS, where my character finally left the hospital. Both he and I were rather exhausted, so I spent most of that time trying to get all of the other characters to sit down peacefully and enjoy food, company, alcohol and the knowledge that our main villain is dead and won't bother us any more. That ended in a heated argument discussing the morality of killing said horrible villain, but fortunately we have a lot of characters who are wise for their age, and my guy, who has aboslutely no problem lying (except to one person) and certainly doesn't mind misrepresenting various moral standpoints. (Huzzah for playing three strongly Lawful characters followed by a Chaotic Good guy who has to manipulate a Lawful character into accepting an action as "moral" using the other character's definition of morality.)
After ten hours of sleep and a quiet afternoon, I'm mostly recharged. Summer plans are slowly solidifying, I have parental approval for my backup plans, so all possible pressure in the work regard is gone, and now I just need to sit down and write two final papers. Meanwhile I enjoyed three days of spring or so last week, but today I'm in shorts and sandals, which reminds me that I need to make sure I have proper clothes for summer. I don't know how I enter every season with out enough light or warm clothing, but perhaps I just dress for fall all the time.