Jan. 26th, 2020

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No shit, there I was... this was in spring '98 or '99, I think. I was running a LARP at a small local convention in deep rural southwest Kentucky. There I was, minding my own business at the registration and logistics desk, when a pack of my prospective players staggered into the room in what was either a Fleshcrafted gamer-centipede mass or a consensual close-order formation of mutual support for upright locomotion. It was just past three in the afternoon and I could smell the liquor and questionable decisions from across the room.

"Heeeeey," one slurred, fumbling in his pin-festooned leather vest for what I hoped was not a weapon. "I heard yer runnin' a Vamfire game."

Trepidatiously, I responded in the affirmative.

"Awesome." He located the object of his search and withdrew, to my rmingled relief and slowly-rising dread, a small wad of paper. As he unfolded it like some non-Euclidean eldritch origami horror, I recognized it as a character sheet. It appeared to have been used as a placemat for last night's pizza and this morning's coffee, and under the layers of organic debris, the owner's pen had left no dot behind. "I wanna bring in my home chara... chiro... character. I call 'im 'Roadkill.' He's a Samedi wererabbit Abomination."

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