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Assume panic stations...

I don't know what it is, but every time I run a Freeform I panic.

It starts building a week or so before the game, and builds until about five or ten minutes before the game is to begin, and then vanishes, leaving me fairly hyper for actually running the game.

This week is no exception.

About a month ago Travis (travisjhall) ran a game of his (Trial of Lucifer) for QUGS, the Queensland University Gaming Society. Trial was a fairly serious and deep game, but it got a lot of people interested in the concept of Freeform gaming.

So, it was decided to run another, lighter, game next, and I volunteered This Party Proudly Brought to You by Unstable Roberts Crazy World of Discount Spells aka This Party.... It's running this Saturday at 2:00 pm.

As a result, I'm in panic mode. Unfortunately, there is nothing to really panic about. The game is almost completely done. All I've got to do is print out the name badges, sit down and work out the spells (got to make a few modifications from the last time it ran) and organise the drinks.

I might have paradigmshifty helping me (if he's not working), and probably greenglowgrrl as well as the Librarian (she's even got a orangutan suit!).

In case you don't know, the game is set in Pratchetts Discworld, and is an Unseen University Frat Party, so you can probably guess as to the level of silliness involved.

Name: This Party proudly brought to you by Unstable Robert's Crazy World o' Discount Spells.

A Random Event Production

As the sun sank slowly, with all the subterfuge of a small child who's just seen a huge mess and wants to get as far away from it as possible in the hope that they won't be blamed for it, night fell on the Discworld (or in the case of some of the smaller streets of Ankh-Morpork, was tripped and mugged).

In the Unseen University a solemn procession of wizards, with Archchancellor Cutangle at the front made there way into the main hall for the Bartlesfink Banquet, an annual event, celebrating the accomplishments of a rather distinguished predecessor of these modern Wizards. Or at least, they tried to be solemn as at least half of the wizards were already salivating at the thought of all the food and drink they were going to consume, and the other half (or most likely, less than half of them, as at least half of the wizards had already been mentioned in the preceding part of the sentence, unless some of the wizards are being mentioned in both halves of the sentence, but that seems unlikely, but anyway, you get the general idea) were skittering around uncertainly as there was a woman walking next to Archchancellor Cutangle at the head of the line who really should be walking behind him, but considering that she was Granny Weatherwax, Headology Chair, and Dean of Female students, no one was really going to argue with her.

But anyway, the goings on in the Main Hall are not our concern this evening. Instead our attention focuses on one of the student accommodation buildings, for you see, the Delta Handa Crud fraternity was having a party this evening, and this party should prove to be memorable for two distinct reasons.

Firstly, with the introduction of female students this semester, this party would be a good test to determine whether the female students should be wholeheartedly integrated into the student accommodation system.

And secondly, and probably more importantly in the students eyes, this party had sponsorship!

A single-session freeform for 16 Unseen University students in the Pratchett universe. Knowledge of the Discworld and other assorted impossibilities highly recommended. Students are also recommended to bring their own spell book (for storing spells) and drinking container (for storing drinks). Props will be provided for those who can't bring their own, but it's so much more fun if you do.

Seriousness: Highly unlikely
Genre knowledge: Recommended
Adult content: player dependent, but unlikely
Characterisation: is half the fun, and it's Pratchett after all!

Warning: Contains Comedy

At the moment I believe I have 15 out of the 16 characters filled, but as gamers are notorious for not turning up to game without telling anyone I probably have a few spare spots. So, if anyone is interested in playing let me know. It will cost $5 (to cover the pizza afterwards) at the Kingham room near the UQ refec type area (I don't know, I wasn't a UQ student!). If you want to play, please get there by 1:30 so we can get started by two.

Now if you'll excuse I have some unnecessary panicking to do!


( 3 comments — Leave a comment )
Jun. 24th, 2004 04:53 am (UTC)
I'd be there if I wasn't working. Next time hopefully.
Jun. 24th, 2004 06:40 am (UTC)
I should be there. I have to go and show samples to a client, but that's at 8:30am and I doubt that it will take 5 hours...
Jun. 24th, 2004 07:04 am (UTC)
You could go show your body to a client, that could well take 5 hours. :D
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