LARP things. Good god.
The first location we ever played at was ran by a guy named Scott at a house that his parents were trying to sell and had been on the market for six months - it was a small two floor ranch with attached barns for horses out in the middle of BFE Ohio between Springfield and Mechanicsburg. The troupe consisted of three small group of people from this area, separate towns really, coming together to play. So the membership was about 20 people.
My first time going out to the ranch house to LARP with these people, there were these three girls in the Springfield group that were dressed all goth and vampire-like. And they thought vampires were HOT. The evening ended when Scott discovered the quasi-orgy going on in his old bedroom because IC LARPwise these girls felt that Dominate was a valid excuse to get their tops off and their mouths on any variety of shaft that was presented before it. Because it was RP. And that was what they'd do.
Weeks later, the girls and half the people that came with them from Springfield never returned. We had a new guy who thought index cards for weapon props sucked - and brought his own real sword and an actual empty Glock. His reasoning when people freaked out having a gun pointed at them was to go "It's not loaded! See!" and then rapidly rack the slide after disengaging it to try to prove his point. We never saw him again.
The last gem was years later. New troup based solely out of London in a gaming store that had opened in town. Scott was the Storyteller Prime for us again. The game fell apart when he started printing out the emails of the players from one clan, and share them with other people in other clans for the sole purpose of derailing every play that the first group made, and every influence move they initiated. When the cheating was discovered all six members of the clan quit the game and it pretty much fell apart after that since no one trusted Scott anymore.
The lightest of my horror stories was a case of ruined clothes. We had a guy who would pre-cut ketchup packets and if he did damage to you in combat he'd throw them at you hard enough to spatter ketchup on you for every damage in health that he did. The Storyteller was okay with this.
