Last night, bereft of Seraph and with the remaining Gamer Boyz and Grrlz variously exhausted and loopy we played two games of hilariosity.
The first was a My Little Pony Inspectres game. That's right. Everyone took a pony from my collection to be their "miniature" and we played a mission. Jared A. Sorenson no doubt never intended his game to be used for such purposes, but if it makes anyone feel any better it was slightly dark.
The mission was to find the "infiltrator" or as it was described "The pony who is just pretending to be a pony and was actually some other creature entirely". It turns out that the Plastic world of My Little Pony is exclusive, and the treaty with the plushie world of Care Bears, et al forbids plushies from entering Ponyland.
Eventually we found the spy and expelled her and her Ferret and Lizard allies. It was pretty bizarre and we all laughed a Hell of a lot.
Sparkler: I see dead ponies.
Sparkler: that was when I learned not to call people Monkey-Head Coconut Butt.
Lofty: Actually, I think the lesson was not to call anyone *anything* other than their name.
Sparkler: oh yeah....
After that we agreed that another round of pony madness was unnecessary and Svend suggested I run something. I offered Wuthering Heights roleplaying which is the only thing I am confortable running off the cuff and the others agreed.
Philippe Tromeur's game was just as fun as I remembered, especially using the rage/despair fluctuation rules which I had somehow failed to notice last time. We had many violent reactions and unfortunatley Elric's character was attacked with an ax during a catatonic attack of angst and died.
The story was based purely around what the character traits suggested to my fevered mind. Steve's character was an Irishman obsessed with the occult so the game was a haunted castle horror. Two out of four characters survived, which is a better rate than last time, and everyone seemed to have a good time, which is great.
I have some fantastic quotes from it, but the only one I can remember is Svend's homosexual Irishman saying:
"How much sharper than a serpent's tooth is a Lady's cigarette" after C's character in a fit of rage attacked Steve with her cigarette in a fit of rage.
Lovely.
Posted by jenni at July 6, 2005 11:50 AM