Chess gone so very very wrong

Jul. 13th, 2005 @ 05:59 pm Chess gone so very very wrong

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So, I went to the Origins convention and as is my habit, wandered happily through the dealer's room between scheduled games. On a mischievious bend, I see, latch onto and purchase a prize my inner mind is cackling over merrily. More on this in a bit.

So I head for my next game, the fun Life-Size Roleplaying Chess. This is a great game for many people. The Warrior Rooks, the Thief/Knights, Priests, Mage(ss), and King all tend to move as their pieces (limit of three squares) but also have special abilities with combat resolved by a sequence of rock-paper-sissors. Each piece has life tokens in a pouch they wear as well as some appropriate symbol like the Burger King crowns or the white and black thief cloaks. The game randomally chooses a piece to move each turn (or cast spells, etc.) and your side scores a point everytime you kill an opposing piece. The points make more sense than it seems as your side also gets a point if you die well, acting it out. And just to add to it, points are also gained for amusing the audience or staff with roleplaying your piece. So the side that gets the King may not win the actual war.

I played this game before and had a plan this time. I got to the game site, marched up and stood on the Dark King's space. Mine! I waited for others to arrive and eventually got started as I donned my crown and stepped forward to introduce my 'character':

"Hello, my future and present slave minions, I am your Lord King Jeff! And this.. "

At this point I pulled out the dicebag I had gotten before, covered in striped fur with glass eyes and felt hands, feet, ears and horns that I had stuffed with some paper beforehand, bringing to mind images of that old Furby toy. I started slowly scritching the top of the 'head' and rubbing it cheek-to-cheek at times. I also let my voice enter that strange zone....

"This is Bilby! Bilby is my special friend. He helps me, yes he does! I listen to Bilby! What's that, Bilby? Oh...ok....Bilby hates you all! Except you, my Mage. Bilby likes you! Touch the Bilby!"

The Dark Mage player stared at the dicebag I thrust at him and shied with a grin even as I turned, sulking, back to my space. The rest of the game was very fun, my team starting with, "Dude, you're just not right!" to end with cries of "Hail the Bilby!". Bilby also devoured souls who died around me and helped my Priest with spirtual guidance. Unfortunately, we all died on the anvil of R-P-S eventually, and myself too quickly too fast to keel over and put the crown on the dicebag with my last life chip inside him. Ah well, we swept the entertainment points. :)

One of my prouder moments of evil was advising one thief, upon his loss to a warrior, to leap in front of the Dark Mage. He nodded, moved, then looked around, "But, but, My Lord, the other warrior can move to attack me!" "Do not worry, my thief, you are just where you should be! You are likely to move before him, after all. Be calm, you are perfect where you are" Then I nodded to the Dark Mage privately, "So, after the Rook attacks him, he'll be range of your fireball, right?" Dark Mage asked what if the rook killed the knight so I smirked, "Oh, I never really liked your thief, after all. Bilby told me what he said...and we can resurrect him as a zombie afterwards, right?" Evil evil evil...

The next day, I got a couple shouts of "Hail the Bilby! Fear the Bilby!" while wandering about. Yay!

I'll probably bring the dicebag to some LARP, it'll make a cute evil chimera.

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