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dmazeLast night I dreamt I was playing in a LARP. (Which I haven't actually done for a while, come to think of it.) The game was entirely outside; it was too sunny to actually be MIT, so maybe it was at a more Ivyish school. Anyways. The principal mechanic in the game was to hurt people by touching them; doing so did a single hit point of damage. Oh yes, and everyone in game had exactly one HP, except for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
plymouth, who had two.
The campus was completely deserted. I wandered around kind of aimlessly for a while. Finally I emerged on to a quad of some form (open, sidewalks around the side, on a hill, green grass in the middle). A group of people are sitting on one side and talking. I decide to try to get in a shot againstplymouth, wander around the back of the hill and try to sneak up on her. I try poking her lower leg...and she grabs my wrist between her feet, says "gotcha, you're dead", and laughs at me. I try arguing for a bit and then wander off resignedly.
The end.
plymouth, who had two.The campus was completely deserted. I wandered around kind of aimlessly for a while. Finally I emerged on to a quad of some form (open, sidewalks around the side, on a hill, green grass in the middle). A group of people are sitting on one side and talking. I decide to try to get in a shot against
plymouth, wander around the back of the hill and try to sneak up on her. I try poking her lower leg...and she grabs my wrist between her feet, says "gotcha, you're dead", and laughs at me. I try arguing for a bit and then wander off resignedly.The end.
