Women are being found mysteriously killed all over the city and no one know how they have been killed. They are found dead in their beds or at their desks. Something is fishy about these deaths something... supernatural! Lucky for you and your group of friends you are well versed in fishy and supernatural. Now all you have to do is catch whatever is doing this before they catch you and try not to be arrested in the process.

This is a game I've written using the Monster of the Week system, It's an easy system to understand so people who have no experience are welcome to play.

Written by Ivan (Vanya) Essin, Gareth Sandford, Robert Birtles-Crute, Porl Bowdler

Three years ago, a wealthy, upper class recluse was found dead. Albert Tenneford Trismegistus died of natural causes, a heart attack, could happen to anyone, especially at such an old age. But you don't believe that for a second now do you? Guilt, you either have it or you don't, and I'm not talking about the type of guilt that you feel, I'm talking about the guilt that binds one person to another. The type that no therapy can ever free you from.

So as you take your final breath in this world, answer me these questions. Are you afraid? Is your soul clean? Surely it might scare you just a little that it might matter?

Escaping responsibility is easy in our world. Now open your eyes, see how easy it is in the next.

Bad Dreams is a supernatural horror larp, with emphasis on heavy roleplaying above all else. Please be advised the game contains highly mature and offensive content.

Cast List

The Second Wife Female
The Butler Male
The Hitman Male
The Daughter Female
The Male Lover Male
The Female Lover Female
TheCop Female
The Doctor female

Costuming Requirements
Casual modern - role appropriate costumng appreciated but not necessary (i.e. a doctor's coat). Variable makeup for way of death appreciated, up to the player..

"Muuuuum, I'm booooored."
You've ridden your bike, played with your rollerblades, padda tennis is lame, you broke your water pistol three days ago, you've played "Guess Who" eighteen million times, and your sister is annoying you.

And there's no TV.

You're a kid and summer holidays at Lake Taupo are always wet and boring. The grown-ups just want grown-up time and the kids next door went home two days ago. Kind of weird that they didn't say good bye. And now, not only is it going to rain, apparently there's a big storm coming...

(Note: yes, I will run this this year - sorry about the whole not making it last year due to sickness.)

It’s easy to feel alone as the shadows gather and the pale moon rises over the High Plains. The Cherokee say that on nights like this, the cold wind from the prairie has a mind of its own – a malignant chill, born of the darkness, which eats at your warmth, and steals all compassion.

It was a night like that when Barton Duvall rode into Tombstone. A night like that when they found what was left of little Alina Hundle –the few sad remains, barely recognizable, that Barton had left for her family to bury. And, it was a night like that when you realised that justice was more than a word bandied around by fearful shopkeepers – it was a necessity.

The year is 1880, and the posse is forming…

Sundown is a character-driven scenario of the old-west written to celebrate the 30th anniversary of Call of Cthulhu. It was originally run at Fright Night 5.

The fantastically wealthy and eccentric Henry Delacroix is throwing his sixtieth birthday party in his vacation home in Antarctica, inviting the handful of associates who can actually stand to be around him. That night, old crimes will resurface and fallen souls will rise in rebellion. Isolated from the rest of the world, the guests must untangle the old man’s life and his disturbing theology in order to take sides in a cosmic battle. Their successes and failures will decide the fate of the gods and the future of the world.

A LARP with some very disturbing, adult themes from Shifting Forest Storyworks.

Having lived and taught English in Japan for nearly a year, the lives of six unlikely foreigners suddenly become embroiled with the Yakuza, rival recruiters, a caretaker, and the supernatural.

As a cold December settles over the kingdom of Shereborne, you are brought before Lord Boniface and commanded with the simple task of delivering an apology for a past grievance.

However it is hard to undo that which has once been done, and a chain of events has now started which may result in madness, murder or much worse for the lands of Wessex.

As the herald of the Yellow King spreads his dread news across the land, you will need to summon all your courage, cunning and wisdom if you are to halt the power of the yellow sign.

"Muuuuum, I'm booooored."
You've ridden your bike, played with your rollerblades, padda tennis is lame, you broke your water pistol three days ago, you've played "Guess Who" eighteen million times, and your sister is annoying you.

And there's no TV.

You're a kid and summer holidays at Lake Taupo are always wet and boring. The grown-ups just want grown-up time and the kids next door went home two days ago. Kind of weird that they didn't say good bye. And now, not only is it going to rain, apparently there's a big storm coming...

Since Christmas, three people have been bizarrely murdered in Taihape. In each case, abnormally tall people dressed in retro clothing were seen in the area near the time of death. The media have now decided this is a serial murder case and have labelled the killer "That 70s Guy".

Early this morning you were "invited" to a 9.a.m. meeting at Wellington Central Police Station by Detective Inspector Andy Roberts, who is putting toge...ther a team to lead the investigation (and manage the media circus). As you leave for the meeting, there is news of another murder, this time in Wellington.

Warning: Game has a background of intergenerational domestic violence and sexual abuse, including child abuse, and is quite explicit. Some scenes will probably be upsetting.

Hollywood: the glitz, the glamour, the grim. The Esoteric Order of Dagon's influence spreads through this town like a foul tide, eroding its foundations and sinking us faster into chaos. But what is chaos in a town where death is just a morbid sideshow or an unnoticed back-alley mistake?

People don't see what we see walking the streets every day. There are such things as monsters. In order to protect you, we have chosen to become that which threatens you - bonding ourselves to otherworldly symbiotes called Tagers.

You may be just as scared of us as you are of them, but better the devil you know...