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Larp Toy: Laser Detector

Started by Cramulus, May 07, 2014, 09:03:22 PM

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Cramulus

Here's my latest invention: https://plus.google.com/photos/yourphotos?hl=en_US&pid=6010135988551778338&oid=103726414447614453893

In this weekend's adventure, players will have to use mirrors to reflect a laser through a foggy room, hit a target on the painting.

When the painting is charged up enough, part of it will glow.

When the red light on the painting is glowing, players can touch the painting to get one attack that can actually affect the hideous monsters or boss in the room with them.

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That sounds awesome!

Link doesn't work for me, though.
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That sounds like fun! Also can't see the photo, it asks me to log into my own google acct.
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Cainad (dec.)

UPDATE ON THE USE OF MAD SCIENCE IN THE PURSUIT OF HIGHER PLANES OF FICTION:

I was there, man. I was there when it all went down.

First, it was just lasers and LEDs and fog machines. And I was like, "Sure Cram, whatever you say. Sounds like a fun time."

Then, it was big speakers with deep droning rhythms and hypnotic light patterns, and I said, "Sure Cram, sounds like a wild ride!"

Then there was the brainwave scanners and the "special sauce" in the fog machine fluid and I was like, "The fuck are you up to, Cram?"

But I was already too deep in it, I had to see it to the end. Poor bastards couldn't have seen it coming. I hid in a closet once I realized that the amount of skin in the room was at least double the amount expected for the number of people present.

Basically, long story short, the real Cram has been in a hospital for a month and, based on his occasional moments of awareness, seems to think he's still larping. All I can get out of him is "I'm immersed as shit right now."

Someone is posting from his account. I haven't figured out who.

Mesozoic Mister Nigel

Quote from: Cainad (dec.) on June 23, 2014, 01:27:14 AM
UPDATE ON THE USE OF MAD SCIENCE IN THE PURSUIT OF HIGHER PLANES OF FICTION:

I was there, man. I was there when it all went down.

First, it was just lasers and LEDs and fog machines. And I was like, "Sure Cram, whatever you say. Sounds like a fun time."

Then, it was big speakers with deep droning rhythms and hypnotic light patterns, and I said, "Sure Cram, sounds like a wild ride!"

Then there was the brainwave scanners and the "special sauce" in the fog machine fluid and I was like, "The fuck are you up to, Cram?"

But I was already too deep in it, I had to see it to the end. Poor bastards couldn't have seen it coming. I hid in a closet once I realized that the amount of skin in the room was at least double the amount expected for the number of people present.

Basically, long story short, the real Cram has been in a hospital for a month and, based on his occasional moments of awareness, seems to think he's still larping. All I can get out of him is "I'm immersed as shit right now."

Someone is posting from his account. I haven't figured out who.

Doesn't this more properly belong in the "Tell me about your sex life" thread?
"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."


Cainad (dec.)

Quote from: The Right Reverend Nigel on June 23, 2014, 01:36:52 AM
Quote from: Cainad (dec.) on June 23, 2014, 01:27:14 AM
UPDATE ON THE USE OF MAD SCIENCE IN THE PURSUIT OF HIGHER PLANES OF FICTION:

I was there, man. I was there when it all went down.

First, it was just lasers and LEDs and fog machines. And I was like, "Sure Cram, whatever you say. Sounds like a fun time."

Then, it was big speakers with deep droning rhythms and hypnotic light patterns, and I said, "Sure Cram, sounds like a wild ride!"

Then there was the brainwave scanners and the "special sauce" in the fog machine fluid and I was like, "The fuck are you up to, Cram?"

But I was already too deep in it, I had to see it to the end. Poor bastards couldn't have seen it coming. I hid in a closet once I realized that the amount of skin in the room was at least double the amount expected for the number of people present.

Basically, long story short, the real Cram has been in a hospital for a month and, based on his occasional moments of awareness, seems to think he's still larping. All I can get out of him is "I'm immersed as shit right now."

Someone is posting from his account. I haven't figured out who.

Doesn't this more properly belong in the "Tell me about your sex life" thread?

Not THAT kind of role-playing. We're not weird like the others.

Mesozoic Mister Nigel

Quote from: Cainad (dec.) on June 23, 2014, 01:38:41 AM
Quote from: The Right Reverend Nigel on June 23, 2014, 01:36:52 AM
Quote from: Cainad (dec.) on June 23, 2014, 01:27:14 AM
UPDATE ON THE USE OF MAD SCIENCE IN THE PURSUIT OF HIGHER PLANES OF FICTION:

I was there, man. I was there when it all went down.

First, it was just lasers and LEDs and fog machines. And I was like, "Sure Cram, whatever you say. Sounds like a fun time."

Then, it was big speakers with deep droning rhythms and hypnotic light patterns, and I said, "Sure Cram, sounds like a wild ride!"

Then there was the brainwave scanners and the "special sauce" in the fog machine fluid and I was like, "The fuck are you up to, Cram?"

But I was already too deep in it, I had to see it to the end. Poor bastards couldn't have seen it coming. I hid in a closet once I realized that the amount of skin in the room was at least double the amount expected for the number of people present.

Basically, long story short, the real Cram has been in a hospital for a month and, based on his occasional moments of awareness, seems to think he's still larping. All I can get out of him is "I'm immersed as shit right now."

Someone is posting from his account. I haven't figured out who.

Doesn't this more properly belong in the "Tell me about your sex life" thread?

Not THAT kind of role-playing. We're not weird like the others.

:lulz:
"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."


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Quote from: Cainad (dec.) on June 23, 2014, 01:38:41 AM
Quote from: The Right Reverend Nigel on June 23, 2014, 01:36:52 AM
Quote from: Cainad (dec.) on June 23, 2014, 01:27:14 AM
UPDATE ON THE USE OF MAD SCIENCE IN THE PURSUIT OF HIGHER PLANES OF FICTION:

I was there, man. I was there when it all went down.

First, it was just lasers and LEDs and fog machines. And I was like, "Sure Cram, whatever you say. Sounds like a fun time."

Then, it was big speakers with deep droning rhythms and hypnotic light patterns, and I said, "Sure Cram, sounds like a wild ride!"

Then there was the brainwave scanners and the "special sauce" in the fog machine fluid and I was like, "The fuck are you up to, Cram?"

But I was already too deep in it, I had to see it to the end. Poor bastards couldn't have seen it coming. I hid in a closet once I realized that the amount of skin in the room was at least double the amount expected for the number of people present.

Basically, long story short, the real Cram has been in a hospital for a month and, based on his occasional moments of awareness, seems to think he's still larping. All I can get out of him is "I'm immersed as shit right now."

Someone is posting from his account. I haven't figured out who.

Doesn't this more properly belong in the "Tell me about your sex life" thread?

Not THAT kind of role-playing. We're not weird like the others.

:lulz:

Quote from: Cramulus on May 07, 2014, 09:03:22 PM
Here's my latest invention: https://plus.google.com/photos/yourphotos?hl=en_US&pid=6010135988551778338&oid=103726414447614453893

In this weekend's adventure, players will have to use mirrors to reflect a laser through a foggy room, hit a target on the painting.

When the painting is charged up enough, part of it will glow.

When the red light on the painting is glowing, players can touch the painting to get one attack that can actually affect the hideous monsters or boss in the room with them.

That's pretty badass!
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Quote from: Cainad (dec.) on June 23, 2014, 01:38:41 AM
Quote from: The Right Reverend Nigel on June 23, 2014, 01:36:52 AM
Quote from: Cainad (dec.) on June 23, 2014, 01:27:14 AM
UPDATE ON THE USE OF MAD SCIENCE IN THE PURSUIT OF HIGHER PLANES OF FICTION:

I was there, man. I was there when it all went down.

First, it was just lasers and LEDs and fog machines. And I was like, "Sure Cram, whatever you say. Sounds like a fun time."

Then, it was big speakers with deep droning rhythms and hypnotic light patterns, and I said, "Sure Cram, sounds like a wild ride!"

Then there was the brainwave scanners and the "special sauce" in the fog machine fluid and I was like, "The fuck are you up to, Cram?"

But I was already too deep in it, I had to see it to the end. Poor bastards couldn't have seen it coming. I hid in a closet once I realized that the amount of skin in the room was at least double the amount expected for the number of people present.

Basically, long story short, the real Cram has been in a hospital for a month and, based on his occasional moments of awareness, seems to think he's still larping. All I can get out of him is "I'm immersed as shit right now."

Someone is posting from his account. I haven't figured out who.

Doesn't this more properly belong in the "Tell me about your sex life" thread?

Not THAT kind of role-playing. We're not weird like the others.

The two aren't mutually exclusive

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