You're it!
First off, a quick question to Lancaster peeps: what's the official contact email for LURPS? My Games Rep has come up with An Idea and I promised I'd forward a message.
Second, and much less boringly, something wacky and fun happened last night. I played tig (or tag, depending)! It happened when a bunch of us were walking home from the pub, messing about and pretending to be zombies, and somebody tagged somebody else. Then suddenly we were playing.
There were two games in all, each about 45 minutes to an hour long. It turns out that a silly playground game about running around yelling and squealing becomes a lot more interesting and tactical when the players are young adults and the play area contains car parks, entire (locked) buildings, underpasses and overpasses in abundance. (For those in Brum, we were roughly playing in the area from University Centre up to the clocktower- fell a bit short of the library, but not by much).
In other words, instead of running around yelling and racing for den (we decided not to have one of those), we spent our time creeping along walls or hiding in dark corners, stalking each other and occasionally forming temporary groups of "safe" people to exchange information. After all, when you can't see the other players, nobody is absolutely certain of who's It- a fact that several Its used to great success.
By the way, I'm officially a cheeky bugger with a massive bluff check. I was It once each game (most people got that score), but on both occasions I passed it off really, really quickly by fooling someone into thinking I was "safe" then just tagging them. And given that one of the times I was tagged was simply me being out-run, I think I'm pretty chuffed with that outcome.
Most often It was Rich, who had an unfair disadvantage in being less fit than the rest of us. Least often It was Ben; we may have discovered his calling in life. Nobody ever knew where he was unless he wanted us to, and he never actually got tagged. One hell of a sneaky bastard, with an impressive turn of speed when he needs it.
EDIT:
Forgot to write earlier that the whole thing was even cooler because it was a bit of a misty night and, apart from a couple of security guards, there was nobody else around! Talk about atmospheric.
So yeah. Turns out that letting roleplayers loose on simple playground games is greatly entertaining- and we didn't even mess with the rules!
Second, and much less boringly, something wacky and fun happened last night. I played tig (or tag, depending)! It happened when a bunch of us were walking home from the pub, messing about and pretending to be zombies, and somebody tagged somebody else. Then suddenly we were playing.
There were two games in all, each about 45 minutes to an hour long. It turns out that a silly playground game about running around yelling and squealing becomes a lot more interesting and tactical when the players are young adults and the play area contains car parks, entire (locked) buildings, underpasses and overpasses in abundance. (For those in Brum, we were roughly playing in the area from University Centre up to the clocktower- fell a bit short of the library, but not by much).
In other words, instead of running around yelling and racing for den (we decided not to have one of those), we spent our time creeping along walls or hiding in dark corners, stalking each other and occasionally forming temporary groups of "safe" people to exchange information. After all, when you can't see the other players, nobody is absolutely certain of who's It- a fact that several Its used to great success.
By the way, I'm officially a cheeky bugger with a massive bluff check. I was It once each game (most people got that score), but on both occasions I passed it off really, really quickly by fooling someone into thinking I was "safe" then just tagging them. And given that one of the times I was tagged was simply me being out-run, I think I'm pretty chuffed with that outcome.
Most often It was Rich, who had an unfair disadvantage in being less fit than the rest of us. Least often It was Ben; we may have discovered his calling in life. Nobody ever knew where he was unless he wanted us to, and he never actually got tagged. One hell of a sneaky bastard, with an impressive turn of speed when he needs it.
EDIT:
Forgot to write earlier that the whole thing was even cooler because it was a bit of a misty night and, apart from a couple of security guards, there was nobody else around! Talk about atmospheric.
So yeah. Turns out that letting roleplayers loose on simple playground games is greatly entertaining- and we didn't even mess with the rules!