שוב חזרנו להגדרת משחק תפקידים
משחק תפקידים- מצב בו השחקנים משחקים את דמותם ומנהלים אינטראקציות לפי אישיות הדמויות ויכולותיהן בתחומים השונים של קיומן. בלארפ אין לך זריקת קוביות- יש לך משחקי דמות טהורים למדי- כל עוד אנשים לא מסתמכים כל הזמן על הכוחות העל טיבעיים שלהם ומזניחים את משחק הדמות עצמה. ראה למטה קטע משחק מול GM בICQ כדוגמא למשחק תפקידים VTM שכזה ההבדל היחיד הוא המדיה של המשחק- מול מסכי מחשב במקום פגישה פנים אל פנים באליזיום למשל. לזה כוונתי במ"ת. ומנקודת מבט זו אין ללארפ שום חסרון על פני מ"ת שולחני אלא להיפך- אין נטייה ליפול חזרה לרמת הקוביות כי הן לא שם ואתה עובד ישירות מול האנשים שמייצגים את הדמויות שלהם באותה מידה שאתה מייצג את הדמויות שלך. קטע משחק לדוגמא: GM משחק כאן דמות מתושלח שמתה, הדמות שלי "טלי" מדברת עם הרוח בחלום פרי יצירת הרוח. שאר הפרטים לא חשובים- שים לב לרמת המשחק עצמה ולא לסיפור עצמו.
GM : music of flutes and laughter can be heard from the distance, not far from here. Nihau : quietly i walk toward the music, enjoying the woods and wondering if the party is open for all GM : As you travel beyond the trees, you see a wooden hut at the banks of a river, it's evening time and the stars shine like you've never seen them before, in a world before pollution. Near the hut sits Raymond, his hair is brown, slightly grey and long, braided. He has a small beard also. Next to him sits a blond woman. She's not supernaturally beautiful like Jaunee, this is a mortal woman. Slightly chubby in today's terms, but one would say she's full in all the right places. She's playing the flute, trying to teach Raymond how to play as well. He's not that talented it seems They're like two children, innocently playing. Nihau : i sit on a root nearby, waiting for him to notice me but not disturbing the lesson. GM : he looks up at you, and the scene seems to freeze, only you and him can move. "Greetings, welcome to my abode" Nihau : "long hair suits you. this place is magical. where are we?" GM : "Northen Britten, near Adrianus's wall, almost a thousand years ago, when I was a young man" Nihau : "so how did you end up all the way here so far from jeruzalem?" GM : "I left Jerusalem when I was thirteen years of age. My parents and I traveled by ship to Europe, to a small Britton town called Sharelong, if we are to translate the name." Nihau : "how is it called today?" GM : "It's not, it was completly destroyed in the Germanic wars" "like thousands of towns and hamlets just like it" Nihau : "oh, I am sorry to hear that" GM : "It's the way of the world, you needn't be sorry for it" Nihau : "i guess so... so who is your musical friend?" GM : "This is Greta, my first wife. She died at childbirth" he says sadly "It is for her that I fought the Eater of Man, her father demanded this quest fore he allows me to marry her...in the cave of the Eater I found the entrence to Salrone's fallen kingdom" "I now relived the few years I had been fortunate to share with her" Nihau : "then i will not disurb your peace, i liked the music" i stand up, smile and get ready to stroll around in the dream land GM : "You disturb not my peace my Dear, you dispell my loneliness. Time I have in plenty to return to my memories." Nihau : "may i enjoy your music for a while longer?" GM : "certainly" he says, and time resumes its flow. They play together as if he never spoke to you, his eyes once more seems lost in the flow of his memories. They play a sweet lulliby, when he finally learns the tune, she stops playing, and only he plays in the background while she sings. She sings like an opera singer, a bit less professional but very passionate. Though she sings in what sounds like Germanic or a weird form of English, you understand her song She sings of a Princess long ago who fell inlove with a young warrior, Her Father demanded that she marry another. And she sings of her love to the warrior, pleading with her father to allow her her heart's choice. He demands and demans, until she kills herself for her love to the young warrior the last verse ends "and he kissed her cold lips, and so the tale is over" Nihau : beautiful tragedy as ballads tend to be "its sad and beautiful and very romantic, fills your dreams with stars" GM : "indeed it is, and a true story as well" Ray says "The Saxons had an Oral legacy which is lost today, they sang their history and tales of their people" Nihau : "it still amazes me, to hear you talk about ancient history like it happened yesterday...to you its something you lived, right?" GM : "yes, it's memory for me, history for you." "I was born in one thousand and two. That's ninty-six years before the first crusade" Nihau : "my history teacher in the university would have stayed up all night to hear your stories and probably act like a little happy boy all day afterwards. did you ever put these memories to paper?" "so many mistakes can be fixed. don't the stories burn to be told?" GM : "Yes, I wrote some of them in a Journal, at the suggestion of the Arch-Angel Azriel, no less. Jaunee holds my Diaries I believe" "I don't know, on the one hand i'm quite glad my legend died, on the other, so many things die with me"
