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Arc game thoughts

I'm thinking of submitting "I'm Sorry I Can Not Do That, All I Can Provide Is Death" for Arc next year (initially talked about it here).

Probably changing it to a 10+ player multiform, however I will still need one other assistant GM, prefer two, maybe more. Fergie and Nick A said they would when I originally asked many years ago.

Anyone wanting to volunteer?

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towkarn
Oct. 5th, 2010 07:38 am (UTC)
I believe you also have Sarah M on side for this, don't you?
Perhaps I could help out, too? I do miss running games...
halloranelder
Oct. 5th, 2010 02:03 pm (UTC)
The Writing/GM team is me, Sarah, Nick Argall, Fergi and Kim Clarke. I think that should be fine. Thanks for the offer though.

However, if you are wanting to run a game, how about submitting a Werewolf game to Conquest that could be presented by the Camarilla? Good advertising... :)
towkarn
Oct. 6th, 2010 08:16 am (UTC)
I shall have to talk to Alicia, since I don't yet know enough about what's happened here previously in Werewolf terms. But I shall see!
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