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So, as long time followers may know, I’m a nerd and proud. Besides loving horror movies, I play a lot of roleplaying games. (I even worked on a new edition of Mind’s Eye Theatre: Vampire The Masquerade that you should check out.) This weekend, I gave the zombie LARP Dystopia Rising a try. For those of you looking for something more intense than horror movies, you might really like it.
The concept is that it is 4 generations after the zombies rose and mostly wiped out mankind. Between nuclear radiation and the infection of the zombies themselves, the few people that survived the apocalypse have…. evolved. Instead of playing elves or dwarves like fantasy LARPs, you play Strains. These are different types of humanity based roughly on where they were in the world when humanity fell. There is everything from Lascarian tunnel dwellers to Merican badasses to Yorker gangs to the Semper Mort pseudo-vampires. These various survivors are trying to eke out an existence in a world overrun by zombies, raiders, and other associated assholes.
The above photo is me as my Baywalker, Six Arlington. This was somewhere between holding the tavern as it was assaulted by wave after wave of zombies and running down a river from a group of raiders while only wearing my bra and panties. Oh and my sword. Yes, seriously.
I wasn’t prepared for the physicality of the event. I knew it was a full-contact LARP, which meant we were really swinging swords (made of foam) into each other. But I didn’t realize that it meant 3 full days of not sleeping, of running for miles, of literally having to fight through a horde of zombies just to go to the bathroom. (Ever tried to swing a sword when you really have to piss? It’s difficult.)
The game was really intense because it never stopped. We played in an unused RenFaire surrounded by miles of scrubland and desert. On the second night, the NPCs that controlled the town pulled out their guards just as the sun went down. We knew that if we stayed in the town, we were going to be overrun by the undead. The area with the tents was already crawling with zombies. We had no way to go back for our stuff - no way to get food or water or jackets or sleeping bags or anything. We had to run with just what we had on us. For me, that was what you see in this picture… which is not exactly warm when the sun sets.
We ended up fleeing through the town, expecting to be attacked at any moment. The RenFaire created lots of little allies and corners where the zombies could hide. Whenever we slowed to a walk, it seemed like there was a zombie just waiting to grab us. So we ran. And ran. AND RAN.
There was an abandoned ampitheater about a mile and a half from the camp where we decided to hole up for the night. It had two entrances and was easily defensible. When we got there, we found about 40 other players down there. Instead of working together, we fell to arguing immediately. When the first few zombies attacked, many of the players fled into the trees. With only about 20 of us left, we had to figure out a new plan. Stay or go back to the town? After two hours of brutal arguments, we finally organized enough to go back to the town.
That was when the zombies found us. They surrounded us once we were just far enough from the ampitheater that we could not go back but still too far from the town to reach safety. We were slaughtered, forced to scatter into the darkness. I was put into bleed out, where you basically have to lay on your back and scream for help until someone rescues you. The fight raged all around me and, at first, no one could get close enough to save me. Finally, one of my fellow players jolted me back to health and told me to flee. I spent the next hour hiding up a tree, listening to my friends screaming and dying but unable to help, not even able to tell which of the figures in the dark were friend or foe.
It was terrifying.
Half of my group never made it back. Many of those who never regained the safety of the town had to sleep on ledges, up trees, or out in the fields in the hopes that the zombies wouldn’t find them. It was crazy intense. I managed to make it back to the town but, because I lost my group of allies, I was forced to stay in the tavern with other players I didn’t know while we regrouped. It meant I had others around to use as meat shields but none of them would go out of their way to save me (nor I them). And the tavern, with so many people making noise inside it, attracted wave after wave of zombies. I was up until almost 4am, battling zombies, until I managed to find some shelter to sleep until dawn. Then I got up and did it again.
I definitely encourage any of you out there who are interested to give it a try. Let me know if you do!
I am really glad that the one I go to in Jersey has a bunch of really helpful and friendly people. Almost no one gets left behind…
Fair warning: there is some slight language in this post.
My name is Jonathan Ponikvar. I’m the creator of Peter & Company and an avid cartoon fan; I have been trying (successfully or not) to draw them since I first discovered the magic of crayons and markers. Like most kids in the 80’s I grew up watching a crazy amount of cartoons. My favorites were the cartoons and films of Warner Brothers, Disney, and Don Bluth, so my earliest and crappiest of doodles always revolved around those characters in some way.
As I grew older and began seriously getting into cartooning, I noticed something odd going on around me: the cartoon animal was quickly becoming an endangered species. The animal designs of the 80’s and 90’s TV cartoons were being seen less and less in modern times within the industries that they helped create.
How could this happen? Are people just no longer interested in funny talking animals?
IF YOU WENT TO SAN DIEGO COMIC CON OR KNOW ANYONE WHO HAS, PLEASE READ.
One of my dearest friends was found on the side of the road, unconscious and bloody. She was wearing this cosplay on the day it happened. She was last seen with friends when she ran off after a disagreement. Please, please, please, if you have ANY information or saw her anywhere, contact her mother. The full information is down below. This isn’t okay and it’s sickening to know that this happened at a place people truly can enjoy themselves. Please spread the word.
”I just received a call from the San Diego Police Department and my daughter Emily Weyer aka Milly Makara was found on the side of the road covered in blood with no ID unconscious. They are unsure what happened to her. My husband is on his way to the police station and then the hospital. If you have any information on what happened to her please send me a facebook message or call me at 951 229 3394. Thank you in advance”. -JILL WEYER
Millions of years ago, pterosaurs ruled the skies, and now they rule the Museum! In the exhibition Pterosaurs: Flight in the Age of the Dinosaurs visitors can see rare fossils, life-size models, and experience hands-on interactives that bring these ancient animals to life. Want to take Pterosaurs with you? Two iPad apps let you learn more at the push of a button.
With the free Pterosaurs exhibition iPad app, adapted from the 2014 exhibition, get an in-depth look at these fascinating flying reptiles and the latest fossil discoveries that reveal how these animals walked, flew, ate, and more.
Also make sure to download the companion app for Pterosaurs: The Card Game! This game and app explores amazing ancient reptiles and their food chains.
"I did 8.5 years on an attempted murder charge."
"Some thirty year old dude kept harassing my twelve year old sister. He’d wait outside her school and invite her to parties. So I tried to kill him."
#I’M LITERALLY CRYING ABOUT THIS HELMET AGAIN #EVERY TIME I SEE IT I JUST #WHAT IS THIS SHIT FOR #WHY IS THERE A POLICE SIREN ON TOP OF IT #WHAT IS THE ANTENNA FOR #BUT MOSTLY #WHY #WHY DOES IT SAY SPOCK ON IT IN GIANT LETTERS #LIKE TO LET THE REST OF THE CREW KNOW OH GOD HERE COMES THAT FUCKING IDIOT SPOCK AND HIS HELMET (x)
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