#larper life

[mgdln333]

[larperwithastaff]

WOO FIRST RP GAME OF THE SEASON LETS GOOO!!! We're on our way to a day game of 2 separate battle game oneshots, and then a nighttime ritual and feast!! I'm sp ready to be Nina in the first game, facing a goblin hoard, and then a feral Bretonnian NPC in the second! It's going to be a wonderful day : D

[talentforlying]

MUSE FEELINGS & INDICATORS

RULES: bold for usually, italics for sometimes

HAPPINESS.

being unable to stop smiling. laughter. bear hugs. happy tears. waving arms around. dancing. contently sighing. eyes twinkling. laughter lines. childlike playfulness. skipping. talking more. affection. cracking more jokes than usual. gesturing more when talking. higher pitched voice. squealing. jumping around. clapping.

SADNESS.

tearing up. self-hugging. one-arm cross. an aching chest. scratchy throat. a runny nose. turning away. deep breaths. quivery smiles. crying. infantile sobbing. hands gripping each other or an object. covering mouth. puffy eyes. eyes appear red. voice breaking. a distant or empty stare. monotone voice. asking for comfort. faking a smile. crumbling. shaking. whimpering. abusing an unhealthy habit. withdrawing from others. big teary eyes. doing something even if it could hurt them.

ANGER.

furrowed brows. baring teeth. passive-aggressive comments. avoiding eye contact. sarcasm. headache. sore muscles. hiding clenched fists. irritability. jumping to conclusions. raising voice. going silent. demanding immediate action. keeping it all in until exploding. body tensing. making risky decisions. middle finger.

FEAR.

wanting to flee or hide. what-ifs. images of what-could-be flashing in mind. uncontrollable trembling. rapid breathing. screaming. a skewed sense of time. irritability. keeping silent. denying fear. turning away from the cause. pretending to be brave. nail-biting. lip-biting. scratching skin. a joking tone but a voice that cracks. fainting. insomnia. panic attacks. exhaustion. substance abuse. tics. rushing adrenaline. face draining of colour. hair lifting on the back of the neck. feeling rooted to the spot. making body as small as possible. staring but not seeing. crying. a shrill voice. whispering. gripping something or someone. stuttering. flinching at noises. pleading.

EXHAUSTION.

constantly yawning. slurring words together. dark circles or lines under eyes. mood swings. hallucinations. calling people by the wrong name. dizziness. denying they’re tired. slow blinking. trouble concentrating. stumbling. leaning on a doorframe for support. sluggish movements. falling asleep someplace that isn’t a bed. becoming irritated by the smallest things. “i’m awake, i’m fine.” shaking so bad they spill their drink. fall asleep in their clothes. lay their head on the table because they’re so tired. passing out.

tagged by: @untilthcyrot thank you!! tagging: you!!

[choppedcowboydinosaur]

I saw HiddenXperia's tweet that MW3 feels like it was written by cringy airsoft larpers. Now I'm imagining if the whole MW reboot trilogy was a bunch of cringy teenage airsoft larpers. With the main larp group being Task Force 141 and their encounters with other factions in the games like Shadow Company, Konni Group, Farrah's ULF group and Alejandro's Mexican SF group just being other larp groups.

Makarov would lead his larp group just to fuck with Task Force 141. So Makarov, would be a troll and that would explain why he's constantly in and out of the story after his schemes have failed like a Saturday morning cartoon villain.

And for the ending of MW3 I'm just imagining that Soap's mom called him to come home which winds up ending the larp session abruptly and causes the lackluster ending for MW3. It might also explain why Soap views Ghost as this big brother despite both being grown men in the games which feels slightly awkward. In the larp session they're actually teenagers so it would make more sense for their immaturity. Specifically, Soap would be a few years younger than Ghost while both are still teenagers.

[gender-euphowrya]

btw all the emo X shit elon kums is pulling is just So on brand with his reveal that his diablo 4 character is called "IWillNeverDie"

[rainy-daze1]

uh. au where traffic life is a larp and the watchers are just the staff. it's still in the minecraft universe and all fantasy-ish and stuff, it's just also a larp at the same time. someone goes "pc in camp!" and suddenly there's 4 beings of pure light, wings, and eyes staring at them, frozen mid conversation, one of them not-so-subtly trying to cover the spoiler-filled schedule papers on the wall. each session is an event. monster camp is like its own pocket dimension on a separate plane of reality because the watchers are like, angels or whatever, but it still looks like Monster Camp. complete with lawn chairs, bugs, big packs of gator ade and random bits of costuming lying around. YES they can change their appearance at will but they're still doing costumes and makeup. the potential drama of calling out death-strikes. after game is off they [watchers and players] all hang out before leaving and eat store bought cookies and talk about in-game events. do u see my vision

[twosides--samecoin]

I'm trying not to be That Guy on someone's post but I need to get this off my chest

[mgdln333]

[larperwithastaff]

[What to do when someone Incredibly powerful finds out about your heritage? You fear for your life, of course!]

~

Nina didn't spend long in town on the final night of the Throng. There was *way* too much on her mind.

Her thoughts were barely comprehensible. Witch Elf. Priestess. Murderer.

And someone powerful knows knows. Nina had crumpled the second he looked at her with no faith, and her poor excuse of a wayshard.

"You wouldn't believe me if I said no, would you."

"I think you just gave yourself away anyway."

Running to her closest confidant in Kriegstor, Nina pulled her aside and told her everything.

"I cannot flee, he will send people to hunt me down...!"

Grief filled her every word. The tears that sprung up in her eyes earlier had been tears of joy. Of knowing her full name. Of knowing who she is. Nina Maibd Nemethova.

Those tears were now tears of fear, knowing that no matter what she did, if Nina did something ever-so-slightly wrong, if those stronger than her caught wind of it, that would be it for her.

A shadow warrior could cut her down before she had the chance to raise her staff. Before she could finish saying "Veritas".

If there was any uncertainty of her heritage before, it was gone now.

Nina was a druchii. And she must redeem herself, or die by the hands of those that once stood by her side.

From now on, Nina had to watch her every step.

[larperwithastaff]

I LOVE BEING ALIVE TOO!!!

I love my friends!! I love that we're alive at the same time!!!! I love that we get to do the stuff we do together!!!!

And we have all the time in the world!!!!

got fuckin DAMN i love being alive!!

hey you reading this, we're both alive RIGHT NOW

and like, that doesn't have to be intimidating, you don't have to do ANYTHING right now, you can just hang out! you'll be alive for a while, we have so much time to be alive, so no need to rush!

and how sexy is that?? I think that's really cool

I love you

[mostlysignssomeportents]

The far right grows through “disaster fantasies”

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/11/25/mall-ninja-prophecy/#mano-a-mano">https://pluralistic.net/2024/11/25/mall-ninja-prophecy/#mano-a-mano

The core of the prepper fantasy: "What if the world ended in the precise way that made me the most important person?" The ultra-rich fantasize about emerging from luxury bunkers with an army of mercs and thumbdrives full of bitcoin to a world in ruins that they restructure using their "leadership skills."

The ethnographer Rich Miller spent his career embedding with preppers, eventually writing the canonical book of the fantasies that power their obsessions, Dancing at Armageddon: Survivalism and Chaos in Modern Times:

https://www.press.uchicago.edu/ucp/books/book/chicago/D/bo3637295.html

Miller recounts how the disasters that preppers prepare for are the disasters that will call upon their skills, like the water chemist who's devoted his life to preparing to help his community recover from a terrorist attack on its water supply; and who, when pressed, has no theory as to why any terrorist would stage such an attack:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/03/22/preppers-are-larpers/#preppers-unprepared

Prepping is what happens when you are consumed by the fantasy of a terrible omnicrisis that you can solve, personally. It's an individualistic fantasy, and that makes it inherently neoliberal. Neoliberalism's mind-zap is to convince us all that our only role in society is as an individual ("There is no such thing as society" – M. Thatcher). If we have a workplace problem, we must bargain with our bosses, and if we lose, our choices are to quit or eat shit. Under no circumstances should we solve labor disputes through a union, especially not one that wins strong legal protections for workers and then holds the government's feet to the fire.

Same with bad corporate conduct: getting ripped off? Caveat emptor! Vote with your wallet and take your business elsewhere. Elections are slow and politics are boring. But "vote with your wallet" turns retail therapy into a form of civics.

This individualistic approach to problem solving does useful work for powerful people, because it keeps the rest of us thoroughly powerless. Voting with your wallet is casting a ballot in a rigged election that's always won by the people with the thickest wallets, and statistically, that's never you. That's why the right is so obsessed with removing barriers to election spending: the wealthy can't win a one-person/one-vote election (to be in the 1% is to be outnumbered 99:1), but unlimited campaign spending lets the wealthy vote in real elections using their wallets, not just just ballots.

You can't recycle your way out of the climate emergency. Practically speaking, you can't even recycle. All those plastics you lovingly washed and sorted ended up in a landfill or floating in the ocean. Plastics recycling is a hoax perpetrated by the petrochemical industry, who knew all along that their products would never be recycled. These despoilers convinced us to view the systemic rot of corporate ecocide as an individual matter, chiding us about "littering" and exhorting us to sort our garbage:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/09/14/they-knew/#doing-it-again

We are bombarded by real problems that require urgent solutions that can only be resolved through collective action, which we are told is impossible. This is an objectively frightening state of affairs, and it makes people go nuts.

At the start of this century, in the weeks before 9/11, a message-board poster calling himself Gecko45 went Web 1.0 viral by earnestly bullshitting about his job as a mall security guard, doing battle with heavily armed gangs, human traffickers, and ravening monsters. Gecko45's posts were unhinged: he started out seeking advice for doubling up on body-armor to protect him while he deployed his smoke bombs and his partner assembled a high-powered rifle. Though Gecko45 was apparently sincere, he drew tongue-in-cheek replies from the other posters on GlockTalk, who soon dubbed him the "Mall Ninja":

https://lonelymachines.org/mall-ninjas/

The Mall Ninja professed to patrolling a suburban shopping mall while armed with 15 firearms as he carried out his duties as "Sergeant of a three-man Rapid Tactical Force at one of America’s largest indoor retail shopping areas." His qualifications? Mastery "of three martial arts including ninjitsu, which means I can wear the special boots to climb walls."

The Mall Ninja's fantasy of a single brave individual, defending the sleepy populace from violent, armed mobs is instantly recognizable as an ancestor to today's right wing fantasy of America's cities as "no-go zones" filled with "open air drug markets," patrolled by MS-13 and antifa super-soldiers. And while the Mall Ninja drew derision – even from the kinds of people who hang out on a message board called "GlockTalk" – today, his brand of fantasy wins elections.

On Jacobin, Olly Haynes interviews the political writer Richard Seymour about this phenomenon:

https://jacobin.com/2024/11/disaster-nationalism-fantasies-far-right/

Seymour's latest book is Disaster Nationalism:The Downfall of Liberal Civilization, an exploration of the strange obsessions of the right with imaginary disasters in the midst of real ones:

https://www.versobooks.com/en-gb/products/3147-disaster-nationalism

You know these imaginary disasters: "FEMA death camps, 'great replacement theory,' the 'Great Reset,' fifteen-minute cities, 5G towers being beacons of mind control, and microchips installed in people through vaccines." As Seymour writes, these conspiracy fantasies are proliferated by authoritarian regimes and their supporters, especially as real disasters rage around them.

For example, during the Oregon wildfires, people who were threatened by blazing forests that hit 800'C refused to evacuate because they'd been convinced that the fires were set by antifa arsonists in a bid to "wipe out white conservative Christians." They barricaded themselves in their fire-threatened homes, brandishing guns and prepping for the antifa mob.

Seymour says that this "disaster nationalism" "processes disaster in a way that is actually quite enlivening." Confronted with the helplessness of a real disaster that can only be solved through the collective action you've been told is both impossible and a Communist plot, you retreat to an individualistic disaster fantasy that you can play an outsized role in. Every crisis – the climate emergency, poverty, a toxic environment – is replaced by "bad people" and you can go get them.

For authoritarian politicians, a world of bad people at the gates who can only be stopped by "the good guys" makes for great politics. It impels proto-fascist movements to electoral victories, all over the world: in the US, of course, but Seymour also analyzes this as the phenomenon behind the electoral victories of authoritarian ethno-nationalists in India, Israel, Brazil, and all over the world.

I find Seymour's analysis bracing and clarifying. It explains the right's tendency to obsess over the imaginary at the expense of the real. Think of conservatives' obsession with imaginary and hypothetical children, from Qanon's child trafficking conspiracies to the forced birth movement's fixation on "the unborn."

It's not just that these kids don't exist – it's that the right is either indifferent or actively hostile to real children. Qanon peaked at the same time as Trump's "kids in cages" family separation policy, which saw thousands of kids separated from their parents, many forever, as a deliberate policy.

The forced birth movement spent decades fighting to overturn Roe in the name of saving "the unborn" – even as its leaders were also overturning the Child Tax Credit, the most successful child poverty alleviation measure in American history. Actual children were left to sink into food insecurity and precarity, to be enlisted to work overnight shifts in meat-packing plants, to fall into homelessness – even as the movement celebrated the "culture of life" that would rescue hypothetical children.

Lifting kids out of poverty and building a world where parents can afford to raise as many children as they care to have is a collective endeavor. Firebombing abortion clinics or storming into a pizza parlor with an assault rifle is an individual rescue fantasy that escapes into the world.

Mall Ninja politics are winning.

[anamelessfool]

WHY IS THAT LARP COMMENT YOU TAGGED SO REAL Like you haven't showered in two days, dirt's literally everywhere and the sun has tanned where your scar makeup was or smth and the entire chilis has like 7 tables pushed together. your knees are still scrapped and barely holding together with the 4 bandaids you've layered to make a bigger bandaid. half of you are still stuck in your character accents.

Because I've lived it, son.

I've been larpin' and running larps since 2009. (And I have to stop now because sadly my current larp is folding next month) The red demon face paint stains your skin for two days. You will never get the glitter out of your hair. You have mandatory goth makeup around your eyes.

That burrito is the best burrito you've ever had in your whole life. And the Outback Steakhouse knew us by name when we all rolled up still wearing our belt pouches.

I been in the trenches.

I was once stopped by a cop car dressed as a whole ass lizardfolk.

(hey feel free to chat with me about larping, Anon! I owe my writing and characterization skills to my larp experiences.)

[mangrovedreams]

Not making a Na’vi sona to write an extensive narrative (for once), but just making an internal persona to slip into once in a while. Literally...an avatar. damn it.

[unfortunate-beetle-and-friends]

*snort in 99% of us were once roleplay characters*

How I feel as a fictive joining a roleplay as myself

[cocoon2010]

Becoming one of those white Japanese anachro-larpers but instead of trying to be a Samurai or a Ninja or a zen teacher or whatever I'm investing everything into the persona of a mid-level textile baron from Echigo who devoted his entire life to a three thousand page volume titled "Chronicle Of Great Sights Abreast The Shinano River" or something

[heatherholes]

i get that the lack of individuality is the appeal of bimbofication for many. but what i like to see, personally, is all the wonderful different types of girls learning their place. their unique personalities kept but warped. the most obvi example is the nerdy weeb girl who loves hentai and ahegao and slutty cosplay, the desk pet gamer girls. unlike some less interesting misogynists, i don’t think they’re faking their interests for male attention. they just don’t know how to express themselves any other way and that’s super hot!

i wanna see it everywhere. the horror fanatic watching shlocky b-movie rape scenes like they’re porn. the girl who loves cars getting bent over the hood. the ren faire attendant dressed as a tavern wench. the tabletop gamers and larpers doing mediaeval fantasy, getting treated medievally. the skater chick who laughs loudest when a girl face-plants, the metalhead demanding you name five albums. the goth who draws a pentagram on the floor and kneels naked, thinks of her punishment for eve eating the apple and whispers ‘hail satan.’

barstool type girls are a favourite of mine. you know, they watch football, eat wings, are all too happy to go to strip clubs and participate in the locker room talk. who proudly proclaim that they’re not like other girls, they’re one of the guys because they put on a sports jersey, while still looking every bit the bleach blonde fucktoy. still pretending she doesn’t know how to shoot pool so he can show her.

and the gym bunnies with an intense discipline and determination; are strong physically and mentally. what motivates their commitment to self improvement? looking good for men, of course! she’ll work herself to the bone keeping toned for you and won’t whine for help hauling the groceries. let her tell herself it’s because you respect her strength if it makes your life easier.

similar are the boss babes, hyper productive and entrepreneurial. proud to have her own money, apartment, car, small business. she’s a big believer in splitting the bill on dates. why? she heard men don’t like gold diggers. she doesn’t want him to think she’s putting out cause she gets something out it. she’s not doing it for anything but him. whether or not she expands her “online brand” as a pornfluencer into onlyfans will depend entirely on him. he okays it, but only for a split of the money? wow, now she’s the provider. how empowering!

that’s to say nothing of the actual girl bosses. the salaried power player at a fortune 500 company. what does she do there? discourage employees under her from going to HR, cut funding for the women in business initiative and giggle at sexist jokes to show she’s a team player, mostly. she has the economic freedom to do anything, a career she fought tooth and nail for, a spot in the c-suite someday. she’s a winner, not a trophy. she’ll give it all away once a man further up the ladder knocks her up.

well, what about the marxist punk yelling no gods, no masters? no way she’s gonna submit to a man. no, but she’s gonna suck dick for the communal spirit and promote collective ownership of her holes.

the shy girl into art and literature? her love of culture gives her unique insight into the history of male supremacy. everywhere she sees herself through the eyes of men. not just any men, creative geniuses. in the museum she looks at the ancient vases that use the same iconography to depict marriage as rape. from the nude statue of a goddess to the painting of a peasant girl — both are objects, never the subject. in the library she reads the taming of the shrew and thinks, who am i to argue with shakespeare? quietly, she lets her dreams of being an artist die and resigns herself to the life of the muse.

tldr: cater to the male gaze and serve patriarchy but most importantly be yourself