My latest LARP character bites the dust
Oct. 11th, 2005 06:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mythtellerKarnack the Magnificent met his untimely end this weekend. Driving home, I realized that Karnack was born a loser, lived his life a loser, and ultimately died a loser as well. An all-around tragic hero if there ever was.
I felt like I was Charlie Brown with poofy pants.
I spent most of the weekend getting myself killed, mainly because I kept saying the one thing I shouldn't have (just like real life). Sometimes it was fun, sometimes the timing sucked.
On Saturday evening, I found out that the opportunity to complete my one mission that brought me to that cursed island came and went and I wasn't there. I was so angry and frustrated, I threw a hissy-fit in the village. I was then so depressed, I almost crawled into my bunk and refused to leave.
But then I decided that maybe I'd get another chance to go down in glorious flames. The opportunity didn't present itself again, but I had plenty of other moments. Favourite moments include:
1. Bitching out the priest of Strage (the evil god) and having my tongue ripped out for my insolence before I was sucked dry by a vampire.
2. I was beaten to a pulp for insulting a barbarian by spitting on his honor and his armor. He called me a liar! What else could I do?
3. I cast a blaspheming spell on a General while he was pep-talking his supporters. He was forced to swear like a sailor for an hour. A couple of his supporters actually walked away ("He can't speak to me like that!")!
4. I was getting ready to cast a stammering spell on another priest who was getting ready to raise a vampire from the dead (it wouldn't have kept him from performing the ceremony, but it would've been so funny), but I said the wrong thing to the barbarian and he killed me for it. Drat.
And in the end, because I had been knocked around a few times, I tried teleporting off the island into the astral plane, but I died in transit.
And so ends the legacy of Karnack the Magnificent.
I felt like I was Charlie Brown with poofy pants.
I spent most of the weekend getting myself killed, mainly because I kept saying the one thing I shouldn't have (just like real life). Sometimes it was fun, sometimes the timing sucked.
On Saturday evening, I found out that the opportunity to complete my one mission that brought me to that cursed island came and went and I wasn't there. I was so angry and frustrated, I threw a hissy-fit in the village. I was then so depressed, I almost crawled into my bunk and refused to leave.
But then I decided that maybe I'd get another chance to go down in glorious flames. The opportunity didn't present itself again, but I had plenty of other moments. Favourite moments include:
1. Bitching out the priest of Strage (the evil god) and having my tongue ripped out for my insolence before I was sucked dry by a vampire.
2. I was beaten to a pulp for insulting a barbarian by spitting on his honor and his armor. He called me a liar! What else could I do?
3. I cast a blaspheming spell on a General while he was pep-talking his supporters. He was forced to swear like a sailor for an hour. A couple of his supporters actually walked away ("He can't speak to me like that!")!
4. I was getting ready to cast a stammering spell on another priest who was getting ready to raise a vampire from the dead (it wouldn't have kept him from performing the ceremony, but it would've been so funny), but I said the wrong thing to the barbarian and he killed me for it. Drat.
And in the end, because I had been knocked around a few times, I tried teleporting off the island into the astral plane, but I died in transit.
And so ends the legacy of Karnack the Magnificent.
