My vampire poem reminded me of one of my favorite Moments in LARPing from back in the dark ages when I LARPed Vampire. Back before they “unionized” it and formed the national Camarilla gaming group. Ya know, back when it was still fun.

As much as I enjoyed playing the game, some of the best moments came OOC.

The bar crowds that used to hit Denny’s on Saturday nights/Sunday morn got used to large groups of oddly dressed people in their midst. But occasionally ya have to hit a 7-11 at 2am in the middle of a game where you’ve been playing a badass Brujah Sheriff, and you’re dressed in leather pants and boots with spurs, and leather bustier and cowboy hat because, hey, your sire was Wyatt Earp, and some smartass frat punk feels compelled to ask if you aren’t a little old to be dressing up like that, and well, you never really got out of character just to run in for cigs, and the guy behind the counter is used to your group, so you get right in the face of some college boy who could hurt you if he wanted to and tell him to learn some fucking manners before another of his betters comes along and does it for him, and his buddy finds it hilarious and a little hot that a short busty woman dressed like a gothic cowgirl just scared the crap out of his friend and he hits on you, so you have to sneer your very best Ventrue like sneer and tell him you don’t have time to teach him what he needs to know to ride this ride or to explain to the coroner how a person can die of embarrassment when you laugh at his small dick, then you saunter off to your car and laugh at them before driving off.

And the storyteller who watched it all from your car gives you extra XP for making him laugh.