Back to Adventure - A Post-Apocalyptic Trip to the Larp Camp
We cancelled all Larp events a year ago for safety, but now that vaccines are starting to roll out, we're considering starting back up. As such, over the weekend, some of us went to the camp to check up on the place, see what needed to be fixed, clean the place up, and just generally get it ready for events if we bring them back. Now, I should note that it's run on private property, so the landowner has been back there ocassionally to make sure it didn't burn down, but for the most part, the small town has been abandoned for the last year.
Some amusing things we found that really gave it that true post-apocalyptic experience:
- A raccoon broke in to the tavern and ate an entire box of hot chocolate mix and ramen cups that were stored in a sealed container. There were definitely some chocolate footprints on the floors and on the lids of boxes.
- A mouse was living in the crafting building, having built itself a nest inside a desk drawer.
- Leaves and fallen branches everywhere, especially inside buildings that have no doors.
- Just... bones? Like, not the cheap plastic bones that we use as props. Real animal bones, just... you know, on the floor. Eerily clean and intact, too. Our resident out-of-game witch took them and put them in her empty coffee cup for safe keeping.
- Old duct tape weapons just scattered about.
- The skeletal frame of a building we started to build a year ago was missing, apparently taken by the land owner for a shed. We had to negotiate to get it back.
Some amusing things we found that really gave it that true post-apocalyptic experience:
- A raccoon broke in to the tavern and ate an entire box of hot chocolate mix and ramen cups that were stored in a sealed container. There were definitely some chocolate footprints on the floors and on the lids of boxes.
- A mouse was living in the crafting building, having built itself a nest inside a desk drawer.
- Leaves and fallen branches everywhere, especially inside buildings that have no doors.
- Just... bones? Like, not the cheap plastic bones that we use as props. Real animal bones, just... you know, on the floor. Eerily clean and intact, too. Our resident out-of-game witch took them and put them in her empty coffee cup for safe keeping.
- Old duct tape weapons just scattered about.
- The skeletal frame of a building we started to build a year ago was missing, apparently taken by the land owner for a shed. We had to negotiate to get it back.