KapCon 24 in 2015 is on Saturday 17th and Sunday 18th of January. Monday 19th is a statutory holiday for Wellington workers and can be used for recovery.
KapCon is a not-for-profit role-playing game convention run annually in Wellington, New Zealand, every January. Over a hundred people get together for a weekend of role-playing, in a diverse range of styles and systems. Over the weekend, more than 30 individual games are run, with volunteer GMs (or storytellers, narrators or facilitators) running games between one and six times over the course of the convention.
KapCon 2015 is officially calling for games. Its 4.5 months until the con, and we've got the first few games up. But as always, we need more. In particular, we need to have at least 8 tabletop games to offer for round one when we open for registrations in October.
We don't care what you run. Our attendees have a huge range of tastes, and you can find players for almost anything. Provided it runs in a three hour session and you tell people what they're in for, we're good.
If you'd like to help us with this, then fill out the form.
We're also calling for small larps. We aim to provide ~24 larp spaces per round this year, so we're after small games in the 8 - 20 player range. Note that you will have to do any set dressing yourself, and that the time available for this is limited, so you may wish to keep it to a minimum. note also that as changing facilities are limited, costume-light games are easier for the players. We will pre-register players if your game is costumed, to allow you to cast in advance.
If you'd like to run a larp, its the same form, which you can fill out here.
If you want to do anything unusual, please check our game legend for guidelines.
A larp about waking up hung over and feeling mean. You do not remember much from last night, but maybe the others do. Did you punch, or fuck, someone last night? Or, maybe both? While finding out, why not call that ugly guy next to you some bad names, and have a good laugh at his expense? Everyone here, including you, wants to become an actor. It’s fun to keep the competition on its toes.
A discourse-oriented mini-larp for 8-10 players, about insulting others and maybe finding out what you did last night.
Some time ago, old King Hamlet of Denmark passed away. He was taking his customary afternoon nap in the orchard when his heart failed him. Many gathered to Elsinore Castle for his funeral and for the wedding, a month later, of his widow, Queen Gertrude, to the late King’s younger brother, Claudius.
After the wedding and Claudius’ subsequent coronation, the castle returned, for the most part, to its former cheer, with nightly festivity and revelry. The only exception to this was young Prince Hamlet, son of the late King, who would not give up his mourning. Neither did he celebrate his mother’s marriage, arguing instead that marrying a late husband’s brother should be considered incestuous.
Shortly after the departure of Advisor Polonius’ son, Laertes, for France, Hamlet began behaving even more oddly. The consensus seemed to be that he had gone insane (rumors said for love of Polonius’ daughter, Ophelia). Hamlet’s condition caused everyone to tread lightly.
Then, for a time, things seemed to be looking up. A diplomatic agreement with the King of Norway deterred an attack by Prince Fortinbras’ army on Denmark. Deciding that it might be better for Hamlet to get away from Elsinore for a time, the King and Queen made arrangements for him to sail to England. That same evening, Hamlet sponsored a play for the court, an apparent sign that he was at last beginning to recover his former levity.
However, everything fell apart again that night. The play turned out to be about a regicide, an unsubtle accusation leveled by Hamlet at Claudius. Understandably angry, the King left abruptly, creating a great deal of awkward tension. A few hours after, Polonius was accidentally killed when he tripped and fell down the stairs. The court once more entered a state of mourning.
Rather than subject Hamlet to more grief, the King hastened his departure for England. Tonight marks Hamlet’s last evening in Elsinore for some time. He will be sailing in a few hours with the evening tide, and will remain in England for the indefinite future, until he recovers his health.
Thus, despite the general gloom of mourning in the castle, the King has called together a small gathering to see him off.
(This game is by Shifting Forest Storyworks. Character genders are hardset, but crossplaying is possible.)
A darkness is infecting the dreams of children, turning happy night-time jaunts into the dream realms into terror-filled nightmares.
You are a member of Dreamforce Zeta-7, a team of Figments assigned to protect the dreams of the children of the world. You have been tasked with investigating the dreams of children and locating the source of the night-time horrors that plague them.
"Like all men of the Library, I have traveled in my youth; I have wandered in search of a book, perhaps the catalogue of catalogues; now that my eyes can hardly decipher what I write, I am preparing to die just a few leagues from the hexagon in which I was born. Once I am dead, there will be no lack of pious hands to throw me over the railing; my grave will be the fathomless air; my body will sink endlessly and decay and dissolve in the wind generated by the fall, which is infinite."
The Library of Babel is comprised of an infinite number of books written in infinite combinations of letters and punctuation. Surrounded by so little of meaning, some of its inhabitants devote their lives to finding those rare books that contain any form of it. Others, believing that any book containing intelligible text is an affront to the library's purity, seek them out in order to destroy them.
An experimental LARP based on Jorge Luis Borges' 'The Library of Babel.'
Remember high school? All the angst, the drama, the rebellion, the gossip, the crushes, the homework, the 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.
A group of ten friends are having a small party to celebrate their graduation - to reflect on the last few years, to talk about the future, and maybe resolve some of those unresolved feuds or unspoken crushes.
A comedy larp for ten players. As they say at Innsmouth High - it's only funny until someone gets sacrificed to Dagon. Then it's HILARIOUS.
"And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you
I will show you fear in a handful of dust”
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
Urban Shadows is an urban fantasy roleplaying game where you’ll play characters struggling to survive in a dark urban environment drowning in supernatural politics. The game focuses heavily on the gritty drama and tense violence that we see so often in works like The Dresden Files, Angel, Mortal Instruments and World of Darkness.
The rules for Urban Shadows are based on Apocalypse World. The mechanics push the story forward toward exciting and unexpected ends; your actions are resolved with minimal rules and maximum drama. This session is intended to utilise contributions from players to shape the story and the world that it takes place in.
Saturday afternoon was good. Teenagers were enjoying summer vacation, the working stiffs finally got a chance to unwind in the sun, there was a housewarming you were invited to near the beach.
But in the marshlands, something was awakening.
Saturday evening was very good. Tony jumped into the pool from the hotel roof, which was awesome. The burgers were ready on the grill. Everyone was having a good time. The car almost ran out of gas, but you got to the forecourt just in time. They liked the wine you picked out.
It was rising, though. It was heading for the inner city.
Saturday night was terrifying. Something was attacking the city. You think you saw it, for a brief second, three stories tall, wreathed in smoke. The National Guard was called in. The apartment building was evacuated. There was a fire at the gas station. There were these things, one of them got Tony, and... they...
You've wound up at the convenience store. You didn't intend to be here, but the door was open and you thought it was safer to be inside. Now you just need to make it until dawn, or until they kill that thing, or until someone comes to help.
All you know is that that creature is attracted to noises. A noise means that its prey is nearby. All you need to do is keep quiet until help gets here. Soon. Soon. Just a little longer. Please.
Project Neptune is an experimental horror game based on films like Cloverfield.
From: Monitoring (firstname.lastname@example.org)
To: Investigations Duty Officer (email@example.com)
Date: Thursday, 5 June 2014 at 3:34pm
Subject: [PRIORITY: LOW] Public disturbance at US Embassy
Probably a waste of time, but regs say you should send someone to check this out...
Time: Thursday, 5 June 2014 at 11:28am
Location: 24 Grosvenor Square, London W1A 2LQ
Source: Metropolitan Police Service
Incident description: Police called to US Embassy to deal with reported public disturbance (trespass, threatening behaviour, racial harassment). Responding officer (WPC Nadia Laytham 265CD) reported suspect had left scene. According to embassy staff suspect gave name as Howard Phillips LOVECRAFT and claimed to be US citizen in need of consular assistance but had no supporting documentation. Suspect appeared confused, became abusive when questioned, and engaged in racially harassing and threatening behaviour before departing. Suspect described as tall, gaunt, thin-faced with dark hair and wearing sweatshirt and trackpants; may be mentally disturbed or UI. Refer social services if sighted.