#vault57

[lrp-dan]

#1 The Vault 57 mobile auto-doc. Keeping players alive since March :)

#2 The case containing the program cartridges needed to run it.

[fenrir-kin]

I AM STILL IN DENIAL THAT SYN IS DEAD. NOPE. DENIED, MOTHERFUCKER. 

[fenrir-kin]

I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK

Well, it was an ok event, I guess...

Syn died, sadly, but she died in the most EPIC way possible. One on one with another ex-pit fighter, with all her Howlers cheering her on behind her. Everyone stopped shooting each other long enough to watch the fight, it was EPIC. And then, when she finally got put down, her opponent stood there and yelled 'WHO ELSE FUCKING WANTS SOME?' and the ENTIRE GANG OF HOWLERS piled on him. IT WAS AMAZING. 

But that was just today! The first night, Syn went with Jericho (her boss, even scarier than her in a cold way) to check out Truckstop, see if it was any good - yes it was, we quite fancy some of that! Got walls and everything! - and while she was there she sized up to the ex-fighter (who initially tried to deny he used to be a fighter), AND dealt with some catcalling which was amazing. 

Then Saturday arrives and we invite the players over to our camp for some hospitality, and a nice chat over some food (we got some belly pork in to simulate human flesh, and cooked it over the fire and offered it to them - a surprising number of people took it XD). Turns out there's some kind of sickness going around, and we'd founf this Vault-tec box that was supposed to make you better, so we needed their Vault engineer to fix the box so the box could fix our lads. 

He refused. So we kidnapped him :D They did a sneaky mission that evening to rescue him and we had to be Skyrim guards ('WHAT WAS THAT?.... Must be hearing things.') so they could be sneaky successfully otherwise they'd have gotten jobbed very quickly and violently. 

Turns out he couldn't fix the box anyway, it was too much of a mess... so a few of our boys started falling sick. The players didn't quite grasp how bad this sickness would be, so we sent in a few 'zombies'. I was one, and it was AMAZING. 

Basically, one of the refs handed me a UV marker and told me to draw veins all over my face. The players had a load of UV torches, they'd already encountered a minor zombie with mild symptoms; we were gonna be the real deal. 

There were only 4 of us that went down, and inititally we went in as full-on rage zombies, screaming and sprinting and hard as nails (guns did fuck all, we needed dismembering to stay dead). WE shat a few people up, and when we'd all been put down, we trotted on back up to the crew area, all fired up. 

We were met by a ref. "Guys, just heard over the radio, they're stood around the fire, laughing and joking, and most of them have dropped character. Fuck 'em up." Sir, yes SIR! Back down we went.. and this time, we were sneaky fuckers. We got right in close to the bar before any of them realised we were there, and then we kept popping up in different windows every time someone got too close. I managed to scare someone so much he dropped character momentarily to scream like a baby and club me as hard as he could (he apologised immediately but the concussion was SO WORTH IT.) And I got dragged halfway through a window and held down by three big guys while a fourth dismembered me. AWESOME FUN. We seriously shit them up that time! 

And then there was today and my big death scene and GUYS YOU HAVE TO COME TO THE NEXT ONE. THERE WILL BE ONE NEXT YEAR. COME TO IT. IF YOU EVER LISTEN TO ANYTHING I TELL YOU, LISTEN TO THIS: COME TO THE NEXT EVENT. YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT. HOLY SHIT. 

I hurt so much...

[fenrir-kin]

I'm heading over to a friends soon to help him get the last bits of crew kit for Vault 57 sorted! I'm taking my laptop, but I don't know if I'll have enough time to go online, so I may be away for the next four days. 

See you soon! 

[fenrir-kin]

The Storm

Dust motes hovered in front of her eyes, lit by the sunlight filtering down through muddy clouds.

Sweat trickled down the back of her neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

Blink.

She took a breath, tingling with anticipation, hearing the crowds roaring themselves into a frenzy above her. Her name was screamed, over and over, until it blurred into one unintelligible mess.

Noise. That’s all it was. Her lips twitched – she was the animal here, but just listen to that noise.

Names were being called, and she turned, searching for them.

Her new opponents.

They stared at her from the other side of the pit, eyes appraising her, arrogance and overconfidence coming off them in waves.

Two of them. Again.

By the way they stayed close to one another while the announcements were made, she could tell they knew each other and would work together to try and bring her down. The last two hadn’t done that – they’d made the mistake of treating it as a free-for-all. It was hardly fun when your opponents did your work for you.

She locked eyes with the biggest of the two, grinned ferociously, and licked her lips. His brow came down, and he brought his hands together – she could almost hear him cracking knuckles, trying to be menacing.

In any other situation, sure, these two would be menacing. Good material for hired muscle – caps must be in short supply for them to chance the pit fights.

And they’d won a few, too – the smaller of the two had turned his back and was posturing for the crowd, revealing a days-old wound starting at his shoulder and disappearing past his shirt. They loved it, but not for the reason he thought. They loved his posturing because they knew he’d die slowly, not because they thought he had a chance.

Syn smiled again and rolled her shoulders.

The moment before the storm was everything, and with the mournful wail of a siren, the storm began. 

[fenrir-kin]

I HAVE SUCH A BUSY LARP SCHEDULE NEXT YEAR (edit)

February:

22nd-24th: Dumnonni Chronicles

March:

1st-3rd: Vault57

15th-17th: Heroes and Dragons

May:

Bank holiday (3rd-6th): Outlore (Dumnonni)

July:

19th-21st: Dumnonni

August

16th-18th: CONAN. Yes. A Conan LARP. 

September

20th-22nd: Mythlore

27th-29th: Dumnonni

October

18th-20th: H&D

Samhain weekend (25th-27th): Dumnonni

November:

1st-3rd: Winter War

HOW AM I GOING TO DO ALL THESE. Especially March, jesus fuck, I'm gonna be run ragged if I do three events in a row. I'll love it, but fuck, I'll be run ragged! 

[fenrir-kin]

Say hello to Syn! :D

How does a young girl turn into Syn? By being exposed to the wasteland, by being orphaned, by biting,clawing and ripping her way to survive, by eating whatever she found, by not caring what it was before the sun turned it into cooked irradiated meat. By finding people who had things she wanted, by killing them, taking what she needed and moving on.

Caps can be earned by fighting in pits for the enjoyment of others. Lots of caps can be won by beating 2 fighters at the same time. But when you hold up chuncks of the still living fighters and start feasting on them.....thats when you start a legend.

Years passed as a young girl was tranformed into a ruthless ammoral killer, rivers of blood and mouthful of raw flesh turned her into 'Syn' or 'Original Syn' as she was billed in the pit fights.

But what happens when you go too far? The actual details are lost to rumour and myth, but something happened, something vile, something to get her thrown from the pit fighting arenas back out into the wastes. Back to wandering, scavenging...feeding.

Somewhere along the line she wandered across the path of the Howlers, the battle was short...and bloody, the leader of the Howlers liked what he saw int he savage fighter and (after nearly knocking her head off with a wrench) convinced her to fight for him, to lead his tribe into war, to claim territory for him.