A group of privateers employed by the Rebels were sent to capture a Grand Moff during his luxury cruise. During the fighting, the Grand Moff's private shuttle went into a blind jump, stranding the pirates, rebels, and Imperials in the middle of nowhere. With oxygen running low, can the Imperials and Rebels work together to escape? Probably not before the pirate crew gets bored and mutinies! This is a non-combat LARP with emphasis on negotiations.
It’s 1873. Chicago is a city of ashes, silver is worthless, and epidemic disease is killing livestock and people all over the country. The Gilded Age is tarnishing for rich and poor alike. Robber barons, speculators, society ladies, and unsavory individuals will gather within the opulent confines of the 1865 Morris-Butler House. Ever wanted to LARP in a museum? Here’s your chance! Transportation will be provided, and refreshments will be served.
It's 1865. War has divided the nation and the young men of Indianapolis have been far from home. In celebration of their return, the widow Victoria Beecher has invited many prominent citizens to her home. But war changes people, and the boys of Indianapolis are returning with scars, memories, and above all, secrets. LARP will take place at the fully-restored 1865 Morris-Butler House. Transportation provided. Refreshments will be served.
Take some great 50's B-movies like 'I was a Teenage Werewolf,''It Came from Above,''Assault on Party Beach,' and even worse fare, and puree in a blender. Pour the resulting schlock mixture into a bowl. Add large sprinkles of angst, romance and actual horror. Bake for 6 hours. Serves up to 35. Marc Blumberg and Drew Novick GM.
It was a dark and stormy night. The whole family was moving to Washington. The moving van was going up, up, up on a windy mountain road, not on a highway. Swerve, slide, skid, CRASH! Within the box, inside the van, you ended up all jumbled up with all the other toys. It was quiet then, and you could hear the sound of rain. No, not rain, but running water. There is an unpleasant smell and Mr. Truck Driver wasn't there. Oh my!