So said my weary, bleary wife a full two days after the show officially ended.
But in direct violation of her wise words, some things you just gotta share. Here's some random commentary and assorted annecdotes.
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Wednesday
I'm a lifelong convention-goer. I've been to
monster magazine revivals. And
Godzilla fests. And
horror movie weekends. And too many
funnybook faires to count. And, naturally,
gaming conventions.
I'm a veteran, and have it down to a science. So I will never, Never, NEVER understand the people—like, say, my good friend and hotel roommate
who makes the trip to Indy every year, but purposely picks will-call—that endure the lines instead of pre-registering. I totally understand that the best laid plans go awry, but...sheesh. The Wednesday havoc was the worst I've ever seen (and it seems to be worsening at an exponential rate, as I remember just a few years ago when you could walk right up with zero wait), and the lines wrapped from the registration area all the way back to the old dealer region. Use yer Intertubes, people.
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Thursday
One of my dream campaigns involves just two words: "Monster Cops". I really don't have anything else nailed down (other than, maybe, calling it "Claw & Order"), but in my head, it's
Sledge Hammer! and
The Good Guys and
Funkadelic Frankenstein On The Mean Streets Of Monstertown and
Screamland all thrown in the blender.
It wouldn't be all Big Summer Blockbuster-y like
Men In Black or
Hellboy, though; it'd be pretty low key. There'd be a gruff gill-man commanding officer who swigs Pepto-Dismal for his ulcers and has it leak out of his gills as he rants at the PCs. There'd be the hassles faced by Animal Control during the annual "Spawning Of The CHUDS". They'd be the fetching medusa officer forced to go undercover as a callgirl to stop the Full-Moon Killer...who maybe, just maybe,
might be a human.
Given that I clearly love "Monster Cops" (whatever it means), I've been dying to play Third Eye Games'
Apocalypse Prevention, Inc. (which the writer himself actually described as "
Men In Black meets
Hellboy") since I picked it up at last year's show.
The Wife and I signed up for the Thursday event, and the scenario involved us PCs stopping an interdimensional, underwater race war. We blundered our way through some interrogations, sloppily found some evidence, blustered our way beneath the waves to an army-occupied aqua-tropolis, and brazenly lied through our monster teeth to get NPC A to Secure Location B. The final scene was said NPC being escorted away in a van on land while, in the background, the ocean exploded with giant tentacles and magical warps and crumbling submerged cities and thousands of dead sea-demons.
We didn't engage in combat the entire session.
That said, we clearly "won", and had a great time doing it. But the players were a little befuddled...and the GM was even moreso. He'd run the same scenario a total of 8 times in playtest and at Origins, and those sessions always ended in high NPC body counts, with some TPKs thrown in. And no person there had ever seen a convention game without combat of some sort.
We just bantered and bluffed and skill-checked our way through everything, and most of the action ultimately happened around us, not
to us.
At that point, I realized this is what we'd accomplished:
Awesome.
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More to come.
