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Last night I was in 'Story Wars', which is one of those LARPs where 40 or so beloved SF characters get tossed in a blender, and magic happens. I highly recommend that if you get a chance, you play in it. Of course this means that you should stop reading because I'm about to give some big big spoilers.
Doo de doo.....
...Seriously, big spoilers.
...Still here? Okay cool.
I played Professor Farnsworth, head of Professor Farnsworth's University of Killer Robots and Horrible Salivating Aliens, and it was a hoot. The whole reason I'm up is that it's the sort of game where you ponder it half-asleep afterwards and make connections your conscious mind missed, like "My gracious--all right, I accept that Farnsworth is The Master after several dozen Dark Force Mindwipes and the mysterious extraction of his Get Up and Be Malevolent side. But that extraction...ye gods, is that the origin of HK-47? Was I really making my own id attend classes on how to get along with other cultures??"
It's also the sort of LARP where you find yourself naturally making sentences like "It turned out the AI in John Chrichton's head was GLaDOS, who when she was downloaded and freed became quite helpful in shunting Miles Vorkosigan's mind into a mainframe so the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal could enter his body and eventually sit on the throne of Guilder. This of course left the Beast's body vacant, which was a total blessing when Han Solo wanted to change his appearance and avoid the bounty hunters. Ah, science!"
Okay, now for another hour's sleep or so. I play Fozzie Bear soon, and I have to say I've probably spent more time preparing the jokes for his act than I ever spent getting *my* stand-up routine ready. Partly it's because, well, I know how Fozzie's supposed to sound while the jury's still out for me; it's also partly that the stakes were never Kermit's immortal soul.
Doo de doo.....
...Seriously, big spoilers.
...Still here? Okay cool.
I played Professor Farnsworth, head of Professor Farnsworth's University of Killer Robots and Horrible Salivating Aliens, and it was a hoot. The whole reason I'm up is that it's the sort of game where you ponder it half-asleep afterwards and make connections your conscious mind missed, like "My gracious--all right, I accept that Farnsworth is The Master after several dozen Dark Force Mindwipes and the mysterious extraction of his Get Up and Be Malevolent side. But that extraction...ye gods, is that the origin of HK-47? Was I really making my own id attend classes on how to get along with other cultures??"
It's also the sort of LARP where you find yourself naturally making sentences like "It turned out the AI in John Chrichton's head was GLaDOS, who when she was downloaded and freed became quite helpful in shunting Miles Vorkosigan's mind into a mainframe so the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal could enter his body and eventually sit on the throne of Guilder. This of course left the Beast's body vacant, which was a total blessing when Han Solo wanted to change his appearance and avoid the bounty hunters. Ah, science!"
Okay, now for another hour's sleep or so. I play Fozzie Bear soon, and I have to say I've probably spent more time preparing the jokes for his act than I ever spent getting *my* stand-up routine ready. Partly it's because, well, I know how Fozzie's supposed to sound while the jury's still out for me; it's also partly that the stakes were never Kermit's immortal soul.
