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The pandemic is spreading too fast. Luckily you have a place reserved in a secret, hi-tech bunker in the hills to the south. A seat on the last lifeboat of humanity. Or do you? Heavy role playing!
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You almost forgot it was there. Just a little box on your keychain. An alarm. It wasn’t supposed to go off, but looking back, you always made sure you had it with you. They told you if that alarm ever went off, you were to go immediately to the address it shows. Do not hesitate, do not tell anyone, and most of all, do not bring anyone. If the unthinkable is about to happen, you have a seat on one of humanity's only lifeboats. The drive to the bunker was eerie. You caught yourself staring at every face in every car you passed. Wondering if any of them would be alive in a month. And now here, at the bunker, you are no more at ease. Something is wrong. You can feel it. Whatever this place is…it is not safe. Who are these people? How did they get here? That box on your keychain is counting down. Three hours. One hundred eighty minutes. Time enough to live… Or die.
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.
It’s 1873. Chicago is a city of ashes, silver is worthless, and disease is killing livestock and people all over the country. The Gilded Age is tarnishing for rich and poor alike. Robber barons, speculators, and unsavory individuals will gather within the opulent Morris-Butler House. Ever wanted to LARP in a museum? Here’s your chance! Transportation provided, and tea will be served. Email after registering to receive updates and profiles.
Ever been trapped in a mans ass? Ever wanted to know what your BCS was? Close your eyes and wash away the tears as you set sail on the maiden voyage of the S.S. HIT as a group of musicians on a world tour thats found itself on the edge of collapse! Battle Axe wielding transsexual ogres and MORE!
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!