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(It's the same day if you haven't gone to sleep yet, right? Right? This is totally the 13th's entry.)
So, continuing the tradition of my Writing About Weird Shit for NaBloPoMo (I'm kinda worried about what I'll decide's a good idea to write about for day 30, now...), I've decided to scribble a quick note about LARP before I go to bed. Although that was before I helped my housemate fix his computer, and watched him play Flash games for rather too long... Hmm.
Anyway. Briefly, the point of LARP is that it's role-play: you create a character and then play them. If it's going really well, and you're really into that character, then you can be in their mindset for upwards of twelve hours a day - it's very liberating, and quite interesting, to take on a different perspective, a different setting, hell, just a different job for a while. And then you come back, back to what you've known, back to what you've always been. Most of us roleplayers are more or less happy with who we are, but we relish the opportunity not to be every so often. A bit of escapism's healthy enough.
But now it's the winter season, and apart from a few player events (essentially, parties or gatherings being held at the in-character homes of some characters, rather than the huge festivals of normal events), there won't be any more escapism until April 2010. Sure, I'll be spending a fair bit of time doing in-character stuff like writing letters, building props and so on, but it's not quite the same.
C'est la vie. As in so many things, without the shadow, how can we appreciate the light?
I'm going back to the University archery club for the first time in ages on Saturday. If I shoot another arrow into the wall, I shall not be best pleased. Let's see who's fared worse over these few years, me or my bow and arrows...