I don’t remember the names of the events anymore, and frankly, who gives a damn.
Screw-up #1:
I decided to play a character who would “shift” from one persona to another, like in a theatre performance. It was a challenge for me – I thought about it, even rehearsed how it would work.
The idea was that some jerk of a wizard had cursed me, binding the soul of a cunning, rich trickster to a kind-hearted, modest merchant.
The plan was to entertain others with this dual-role acting by randomly switching between the two characters.
So how did it all go to hell in under 30 seconds?
Not even ten minutes into the game – I hadn’t even switched to the second character yet – I explained to another player that I was cursed.
He introduced me to a wizard, played by Joško Frančeski.
And the wizard removes the curse!
Boom – I’m “cured”! Hooray! Screw that.
I honestly didn’t think there would be a high-level wizard around who could fix it.
After that, I was left standing there with no idea how to continue playing.
I wandered around, listened to others talk, and stuffed my face.
At our LARPs, there’s always good food.
Lesson:
There’s always some wizard ready to “help” you, even if you never asked for it.
Screw-up #2:
I decided to play a king – a mad one.
A king ruling over a tiny castle and a micro-kingdom of three hills.
The idea of a crazy king was, again, meant to entertain others.
But!
The people playing peasants (or serfs) didn’t commit to their roles – because what kind of peasant would so easily dare to attack a king just because he insulted them?
I have no idea who killed me – but it didn’t happen just once that night.
One of the deaths was especially shitty because I got completely soaked in beer.
Pro tip: don’t try swordfighting with a mug of beer in your hand.
Lesson:
If you’re a mad king – don’t be a mad king.
Everyone’s gonna stab you, and you’ll end up dripping in beer.
