You’ve bought your costume, made your character, taken time off work and hauled ass to game site: you’re committed and it’s time to larp. The excitement is almost killing you, as is the anxiety. You arrive amidst clouds of clove cigarette smoke, all sorts of new faces and strange conversation.
You put your best foot forward, take a deep breath, and … no one talks to you, no one notices you, no one on staff pays you any mind: you leave game wondering if that ticket was worth its price. Continue reading “Larping like a Cynic”