#sung bae

[katjohnadams]

My friend Lee (Possumsnout) made this! It’s my LARP character, Sung Bae (Dystopia Rising, New Jersey)! And this is very perfectly their “I’m gonna go make trouble” face xD

Check Lee’s work out on Facebook and Instagram!

[dealingwithaces]

My friend @ninzington drew my character from Dystopia Rising (New Jersey branch), Sung Bae! It’s gorgeous and I love this so much! I adore the little hint of a smirk and curly smoke and the blood and the 33! Also, super props for using the “blood” to do their red face paint! Honestly, this is the second piece of art of my little Ascensorite Final Knight hedge witch and I love it so much! I may have to embroider some square little table cloth with 33′s in the corners, now!

🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘

[dealingwithaces]

More Than Numbers

Mechanically, when I LARP, I do very little. For all years of overly crunchy gaming has created an insatiable need to ponder and over consider the stats on my character sheets, I have always relied most heavily on simple roleplay to push my own story. And not just big things, not just the machinations and plots and Big Goals. This December I walked to the cross roads as I do at least once every game. As each game, my character kneels and begins setting a place to pray, singing and chanting and performing their rituals. And this month it was something powerful. Surrounded by (electric) candles and black salt, Sung Bae prayed, kneeling in the snow. The sound of combat came and went, never getting close. People passed by, some concerned or curious, some contemplating murder ("No one would know..."), some trying to pass by respectfully. I knelt there for a little short of an hour. Mechanically I didn't need to pray - Priest's need to pray half an hour when they use Call the Almighty, but I'd already taken care of that. This was for me. There is a great deal to be said for slowing down and -living- as your character in little mundane ways.

[dealingwithaces]

The Last Word

My character’s last words in Dystopia Rising before “someone” stuck a knife in his back was “Figures.” Poor little Wolfram. It was appropriate if not what I thought his last words would be. But for Sung Bae I kinda really hope that I get to drop a Bill Cipher quote at the end. Specifically, Bill’s last words. Because EVIL.

[dealingwithaces]

So that LARP blog

for my Dystopia Rising Character’s fortune telling schtick…

I made a thing.

Nothing there yet, but I’m going to work on that.

[dealingwithaces]

The Game of Assassins

So at Dystopia Rising: New Jersey, my character is trying to set up a game of Assassins, in character. Obviously, they can’t use nerf guns as we use those to physrep our firearms. And boffers, y’know, obv. So what then?

Yellow packets (“Yellow bags filled with seeds”)! Of course, while the concept sounds super fun and there’s going to be a prize for being the last in the game after two months or the one with the highest points if more than one get to the end, it’s going to be a tough sell. Why?

Well, see, my character is a Final Knight and that is an in game faith generally not trusted. The love of pain and suffering and opposing all faiths and generally being kinda really dark and vicious doesn’t, perhaps, help. So, it’s very possible that no one will trust me and this game won’t play out well. Which would be sad because while there are in character goals, those are mostly a weak excuse for the out of character desire to have a silly bit of side fun for people to pursue. And since it only requires you to touch someone with a packet (tap or toss), non-coms can play in non-violent Character v Character roleplay that’s fairly non-confrontational and silly!

Because it’s the post apocalypse (with zombies) and people make their own fun. Maturity isn’t as important as finding a little levity in life. And honestly I wanna see people get REALLY silly with it!

[dealingwithaces]

[Dystopia Rising Drabble]

Sung Bae's tears rolled slowly down their face. They placed a candle to their East, West, North, and South at the Crossroads. "Hail, Eastron Shore. Hail, Westron Tower. Hail, Northron Wall. Hail, Southron Balefire. I call the elements and the magic. I invite your hand, Mother Moon. I-"

They stared up at the waning moon, high overhead, tears stinging their cheeks in the cold. "Mother, I don't know why it hurts still. A year dead. New friends in my life. Power in my grasp. All I could need. They weren't important. They weren't strong. They weren't wise. They were a tool of strength. So, why-"

The red-clad figure doubled over in pain, gasping into the frozen, snow-packed ground. Blood splattered the white snow in a spray as they coughed. Their heart beat loud in their ears, sounding less like drums and more like sandpaper. The pain subsided enough to think again, but they stayed bent over, head to the ground, tears falling as they wept.

"He still walks but my friend is gone! I never get them back! It isn't fair, it isn't just, and no power is enough! Mother, Mother, grant me blood. I will have blood, Mother!"

Their sobs quellled. They caught their ragged breaths. They took slow breaths. One. Two. Three.

The Damned lifted their head from the snow and sighed. "Of course, I'm being foolish. They accepted their consequences, as I must - no choice then or now for me. I've mourned my year. Imolg is passed, and we've mourned." They thought back to the previous night's ceremony, the people who all felt such pain, still held it, hadn't let go. Silly creatures.

"Holding onto this keeps me weak. Thank you, Mother, for this wisdom. I will add Asher's flame to my own and burn ever brighter. No gentle beacon, but an Inferno."

They smiled, eyes still red from weeping and blood leaking from the right. "But -he- can not be forgiven. Spill no blood, but never forgive. He chose."

Sung Bae gathered the candles and wiped their eyes, walking towards the first sound of people they heard. A good conversation was at hand. Perhaps this one about personal agency in Hell…

[dealingwithaces]

I'm gonna make a blog specifically for people to ask for horoscopes from my little monster LARP character...