Arcanacon (ar-can-a-con or arc-an-arc-an or just Arc) was weirdly muted this year. A fairly sharp drop off in numbers made it feel a little bit abandoned on the Thursday, but numbers moved back up to what felt like a respectible number of people by Friday and Saturday. The above photo is during the prize giving, and covers about two thirds of the crowd. Weirdness was rampant - I don't remember seeing a single game cancelled at the last moment, and it doesn't get any odder than that.
Arc also brought home the fact that the hobby is reaching its 20th year around now, and those young rebels who started playing in the 1980's are now sprogging. Numerous times I heard the phrase BabyCon.
I still haven't the faintest idea what was going on.
However, as the game rolled on, it started to come apart at the seams. I was too involved to be objective about what the problem was, but I wasn't happy with the GMing of the next couple of sessions. The second session was a little lost, but the third was abombinable. *sigh*
Character | Team 1 | Team 2 | Team 3 | Team 4 |
Alex | Fleeing naked from the evil, torn limb from limb | Chanting lyrics from 80s songs, survived | Found other Certeyeuxs, saved. | Run over by other PCs, squashed like bug |
Margot | Thought she was safe, squashed like a bug | Saved by Alex | With Alex | Squashed like bug while digging in snow |
Edgar | Tried to take advantage of the naked Alex factor, squashed like bug | Saved by Alex | Found out what was going on, ran to save everyone, squashed like bug | Hit by frisbee'd car door, last words were "Oxforrrrrrd" |
Helen | Fled into the swamps, lost two toes and her sanity | Saved by Alex | Sprayed all over room and Margot and Alex | Walked into maw of Mythos thing by accident |
Cam has some photos too