- Joined
- Nov 4, 2017
Many eons ago, when I was in college, there was a small resident student organization I would attend called something like 'The Roleplaying Club'. It was essentially a place with a few open DnD groups where people could go and join a pick up game. It was a great way for people looking for something to do to sit down and play a game where the people were friendly and would teach the rules and have a good time. Most of the games had some sort of default setting where people would go and dungeon crawl, maybe some light role play stuff, some sort of overarching story but nothing huge. Just play the game and have fun, ya know?
I've posted about my wonderful experience in this group before, both in the friends that I have made and the random weirdos that would sit down and be entertaining speds at those games. I treasure many of those memories, most of them in fact. However, I say most of them for one reason.
That reason is the god damn LARP fuckers.
Where even some unwashed bastard would just show up to sit down and roll dice, LARP fuckers would show up and start bothering the everliving fuck out of everyone. Didn't matter if you were in the middle of something, some dick with a 3 wolf moon shirt and plastic dog ears would come over, wiggling sausage fingers like they were invisible and steal a pencil or some shit, making the DM stop and tell the asshole to knock it off. All of them were fat disgusting motherfuckers too, wear capes and shit.
They were also constantly trying to establish control. Demanding increased dues so more snacks and specifically money for LARP only events that didn't include 90% of the group. This was to the point where they would ask some freshman sitting down for 20 dollars to the fund, despite being some random retard. The opening meeting at each group was supposed to be a 10 minute talk about things like what games could be played or if people wanted to pitch in for pizza. These would last an hour because one of them had an elaborate monologue about why their stupid shit needed to be allowed. This was the kind of blather where a fat woman and a sperg would discuss the nuances of their ridiculous requests for a god damn hour. This was rarely stopped because as a rule, people that play tabletop stuff tend to be reserved and kind of polite. If I could only step in my shoes back then just once...
What was worse was they would walk around campus in cracked grease paint and costumes bursting at the seems with gunt and ass screaming about shit. Acting out their gay bullshit in the middle of campus and saying they were members of this innocent little table top club like it was some sort of secret society. They were smug about it too, so god damn smug, like they were some grand secret society. The only people who want into that sort or thing are faggots like them. Insidious really. After a while even the slightest association to them was shameful.
Eventually they were given enough cold blank stares and requests to knock their shit off by even the nicest of regulars that they disbanded and formed their own group. It was something like the Ministry of Midnight or gay like that. This was placed on a student union request and when it was they made a direct comparison and condemnation of this nice tabletop group the people before us had built. They failed of course.
In conclusion, weird loudmouth attention whores who act like assholes and dress just the same cannot possibly take the LARP over, because that is who they have been for a very long time.
Fuck the LARP. Gimme my top hats.
Any LARP with magic tends to be saturated with these annoying little faggots. The Dag(?) guys I went to the free-drinks event with seemed to be able to at least be normal.
Vampire players also seemed to be weird, but not any weirder than you'd expect vampire kids to be.