Escape from insanity!

No, not another flash game, but an actual RPG experience. At the recent WARGS meeting, we were Cthulhu adventures who were banged up in Arkham Asylum (what? the tentacle story really happened, yer 'onour!), and had to survive. (I have to admit I was hoping to play a board game, but since they were down on players, I jumped in there instead.)

The rules were a vastly cut down version (basically six stats which we were Strong, Normal or Weak on) of CoC, but the idea what very much in the vein. At night there was a lurking horror in the cells and it wanted us. Thanks, but no thanks, please respect my boundaries. Luckily, I didn't die, so that's all right.

However, point of honour has to go to another player who tried to create a shiv out of a wooden spoon: thus was born the 'spiv', which we ran with for as long as it was funny (and it was always funny). With a spiv in your hand, you can't go wrong (as long as sticking it in your own thigh and getting it stuck in a padlock don't count as wrong). Ah, happy days...

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