Chaos Managed

Stolen from wendyzski:
http://www.zombieworkout.com/

I suggested that LARPing might make a good "final exam" as it were for her once it was done.

She liked the idea.

SO what has 'Nise been doing the last few months? Well lots of things but one of them is editing another LARP rulebook. I am the lady of logistics for Wastelands, an apocalyptic cyberpunk game. We are going to be play-testing it in the next few months and we are looking for vic- er volunteers!
Wastelands is a boffer and airsoft LARP, Elves orcs and mages are battling it out for the irradiated frontier with guns as prevalent (and reliable) as the magic. For the play test we will have pregen characters to test and there will be benefits for when we start playing the full games.
Details about the play-test game are sketchy right now, where's, when's, costs etc however if you are interested please drop me a line and I'll add you to the mailing list.
The rule book is up on the website now (please ignore the traps section it will be written eventually) along with other information about the system.
http://www.wastelandlarp.com/

Ok it's that time again... I need names for superheros.

I have Blazia (I don't love it but it works for the draft, please suggest something else!) for a female pyro hero, Freezerburn (minor ice villain), Lyra, Scorpion, Blastalot (the whole story is very tongue in cheek) Strongman, and I need more. Anyone got a bad pun, (good ones accepted too) or silly super hero name? If the story get's published you will get an acknowledgement.

The good news is that this means I am making some progress on the story. Woot!

A couple people expressed interest in this after the holidays... it's after so I figure I will post again. This is a community I have started as a critique group for fiction (or memoir) writers wanting peer critique. I am planning to keep the group smallish (but right now it's 2 people so that isn't a concern) and I am vetting anyone that I haven't seen a writing sample (a LJ post counts) so that we don't get leet, poor grammar or the like. It will be honest critique of the work, but it will be professional. I have a list of rules at the community (pathtopublish). If you are writing only for yourself with no plans to publish anything this isn't the group for you. I'm planning to do some industry posts and it should be a good place for asking questions about the publishing process. There is a word count per month to post, it's small but this is supposed to be about writing so a requirement is to actually write. There is also a mandatory amount of critiquing that you will have to do (since this is also about critiquing). There are outs for real life and the requirements are not large. They could be met in an evening or less. I modeled this a lot after the critters group which is a wonderful functional group. If you are interested please drop a note here or add Pathtopublish and I'll approve your membership.

I am a solitary pagan, for a lot of reasons, if you had met some of the people I tried practicing with long ago you'd understand why I'm reluctant to join a group. And my faith has always been highly personal and my own particular blend of whatever.
As A result I haven't spent a lot of time participating on holidays. I make Samhein with meditations, I've participated in a few group Beltane celebrations and one quite disastrous Imbolic ritual (Imbolic is my favorite, fire and all). Things haven't been quite right in my life recently. I've been depressed for a couple of weeks and I wanted a new start. So I sat vigil. I wasn't great, I came into the night exhausted so I dozed a little in the middle but I watched the light fade away and this morning I dressed up warmly and watched the light fill the sky again.
The longest night is over. I don't know if I found peace but it was something. The air is just this side of freezing up here and all the snow has melted. I walked though the warehouses and apartments in my area till I found and edge of wood that hadn't been cut for a housing development and stood on the edge facing east. The sky was lavenders and gray with just the underside of pink. Towards the end red filled the underside of the clouds. I think I need to spend more time meditating, something definitely has been off kilter and meditations should help with that.
I wrote to, something just for me. There was joy in that and not worrying if I was being trite or if a phrase was over used, just letting the words carry themselves across the page.
Blair and Max are celebrating too. Blair is curled up next to me, hooking his claws into my skirts and purring his "You are not allowed to move or leave mommy" purr. Max on the other hand is bouncing from windowsill to furniture to floor and trilling. The house smells of incense, dragon's blood and sandlewood. I have a pillar candle lit on my desk and I have pulled out my tarot deck and meditated on that. I think there is peace there now.

Though my lungs seem to be arguing over that last point. Stupid sickness migrated to my lungs... per normal. Yesterday began with wonderful Indian food. Mmm Saag. Josh drove us out in the snow (and we had a good 4-5 inches at that point and still coming down) and I happily loaded up on lots of Saag and Nan and saffron rice. Yummy! Calories do not possibly count when you are celebrating your birthday (a day early but we have Sunday plans). Then we headed over to get some of my Christmas shopping done. I am so late starting this year. I knocked Brother # 1 off the list and Mom, Mandy and Angela. Tera is done leaving me to find gifts for the Brother #2, MOL to be, Dad, and various other friends not listed here to keep the surprise. I was falling asleep on my feet by this point and the pretty snow was being rained on and becoming slush and puddles. I do not like getting my feet wet. We swung by the Amber Rose and checked out their reception room and that was it. Josh drove home and I said I was going to take a little nap. He tried waking me up in time for the 7 then 9 pm showings of August Rush but I was dead. 14 hours later I finally woke up. So far on the first day of my 29th year I have tickled Josh awake (which brought retribution), played some WOW, and now plan to get food. Mmm food. I've noticed that my lung capacity is down some (boo phlegm) so food and resting seem to be the orders of the day. And RP with friends. Hmmm wonder if I can get Saag again?

went back to work yesterday... about 5 pm the world stopped spinning. It's cold and rainy out and I just want all the holiday plans to go away. I want to stay home and light my tree up and watch holiday movies and pretend that my family isn't frustrating, confrontational or clueless. I don't want to face them alone, Steve and Matt will try to practice their "ninja" crap on me. That will end badly at some point. Mom and Dad will snip and Matty will call me fat, if Dad doesn't beat him to it. I'd rather spend the day with the cats.
Things aren't great in 'Nise land. Some of it may be post event letdown and the sick part but I'm feeling really down. Lots of reasons. I'm not getting into all of them. If you really want to know ask. Till then I am going to hide in my box with the cats.

over and hour and a half to get to work.... bumper to bumper until I hit the highway... then it was bumper to bumper but we were going over 2 miles an hour.
Grrrr.

I plan to get there early... I called in a favor and I'm getting off of work at 4. I'll have a fire started and if I can find help I'll bring in the table. Anything else need set up that I will be able to do? ( Read more... )

my to do list... it is slowly going down.... and one very important thing got checked off.....
I have a BALLISTA!!!!!!! It breaks down to 3 pieces for ease of packing (although I no longer think I can carry someone in my back seat if the ballista comes along), it fires and above all it is a BALLISTA!!!!! (Cue the baby ballista dance here). I can not wait to shoot something with it... Unfortunatly I do not think I will be able to paint it before the game... but it works and it's cool! I will have pointy death. So... now can I build a Tiny Trebuchet?
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