A comedic roleplaying game about a team of agents using the power of bananas to change history. Why bananas? It's time travel, stop asking silly questions.

Three goblins in a trenchcoat embark on a grand adventure/crime spree. Weird voices and general mayhem encouraged.

You are a Kea. You're adorable, scary smart, and armed with the swiss army knife of beaks. Your hobbies include theft, auto dismantling, hijinks, and shenanigans.

To sign up for this game, please both email kapcon@gmail.com, and fill out the casting form: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSc3x_-bbhGVJazpQCqCSNeOETyE7TFk...

Remember high school? All the angst, drama, rebellion, gossip, crushes, homework, exams, scholarships, careers, family obligations, fashion, music, and being very misunderstood?

It's no different when you're a student at Innsmouth High School. Well, all right, maybe it's a little different - maybe in other towns they don't go skinny dipping at Devil's Reef, maybe other teenagers don't have arranged marriages with Deep Ones to worry about and maybe other teenagers don't have to worry about how their gills look with the latest looks in Cosmo. But other than that, it's not much different being a teenager in a decaying town trapped in an ongoing alliance with a race of underwater monsters.

You were on your way to a pre-graduation party, and now it's the next morning, and you don't remember anything between arriving and the party and, well, now. Your head hurt, you're covered in dirt, seawater, and blood, and you're pretty sure you said some stuff you really shouldn't have... what the hell happened last night?

A high school caper meets "The Hangover" meets H.P. Lovecraft. A a rules-light, no-to-low costume comedy larp for ten players. Perfect for anyone who has never larped but been loud at a table.

As they say at Innsmouth High - it's only funny until someone gets sacrificed to Dagon. Then it's HILARIOUS

A producer has drawn the best living TV food personalities to make an “ultimate showdown” of tv food related personalities. Some are new, some are old hands - but will they band together against the toxic forces of reality tv or boil over in the pressure cooker of life in the public eye?

Who will end up on the chopping block? Who will get their own better and brighter TV deal? What scandals will sink their chances faster than a souffle?

Warning:swearing, adult themes, and spray on whipped cream. Written by someone who learned everything about the fine art of cuisine from TV.

You, dear one, are a student of the greatest spiritualist who has ever lived.
Under your master's tutelage, you have learned how to travel the roads of the heavens and open your heart to the voices of the dead.
You have witnessed the darkest secrets of the rich and powerful.
You have been a herald of the lost and a comfort to the found.
However, your talent has made you bitter. You squabble with your fellow students in a vain attempt to come first in your master's eyes.
Tonight you will prove that you are the best of your master's students, or you will lose yourself in the trying.

In short: it’s Mean Girls: the LARP, but with seances and astral projection instead of parties and burn books.

Do you love Critical Role? Chain of Acheron? Acquisitions Incorporated? Or perhaps you prefer live shows such as D&D Live at BATS theatre, Dungeons and Comedians, or the live Fate of Isen show? Do you ever watch these shows and think: "This is great, but I want to be the one on stage playing D&D!" Well look no further than Role for Initiative, the experimental live D&D show where you play the heroes, the monsters, AND the villains! Somewhere between a LARP, an Improv Comedy Show, and Live D&D, Role for Initiative takes a well known format and twists it for the stage. Instead of watching a D&D show, you'll be playing in it, and instead of rolling dice, you may find yourself throwing them...

Role for Initiative is currently a show/format in progress. Games run as part of KapCon will be experimental and used to test the format of the show for performance as part of the New Zealand Fringe Festival. While I am facilitating the show, and will try to keep it audience appropriate, due to the improvised nature and audience participation, the show could contain some potential triggering content and may not be appropriate for younger audiences.

Madame Macavity's Witchcraft Academy is the preeminent educational establishment for the discerning young witch or wizard. All students are instructed in the essential skills of witchcraft, as well as manners, deportment, and behaviour befitting a member of the upper classes. Safety standards are the highest of any boarding school in the country, magical or otherwise; accidents are almost unheard of, and both teachers and students may experiment with their magical abilities in safety and comfort.

So it's somewhat embarrassing, to say the least, that the entire staff and student body appear to have lost their memories.

It's up to the assorted teachers and students of Madame Macavity's to sort out who they are, what's going on, and what exactly they're going to do about it.

You are an ancient and powerful Vampire of great renown and prestige. You are travelling to VampireCon, a gathering held every fifty years in the town of Tumblewold. You are taking the overnight train (to protect your delicate complexion), and have booked a first class ticket, as befits your wealth and status.

Unfortunately, instead of a feast of upper class mortals, this train car is occupied by several other vampires who had the same idea, every single one of whom are ingrates and vagabonds.

Everybody comes to Rick’s, they say. But the nobodies, they go to the Blue Parrot Cafe. When Captain Renault gives the order to ‘round up the usual suspects’ he’s probably referring to you. Of course, the ultimate goal of every foreigner in Casablanca is to get passage out, to Lisbon and on, America if you’re lucky. Unfortunately, passage costs money, which you haven’t got.
But now you’ve stumbled on a big score, a huge haul of gold, said to be from the fabled fortune of Mansa Musa himself, the richest man who ever lived.
And it’s out there in the desert, just waiting for you to come and get it.