Friday, July 29, 2005

Woohoo - the weekend at last!

GhostWolf said...
"this is the second time ive had to write this grrrrr.
you started the rant soo well then realised you had the answer all along. my old house had three levels to it. the top two had the same layout if viewed as a map. but the bottom one would look more like a corridor.the layout does look different then the outside on some places. so stop this silly ranting and find one that worthy of my time reading it. "


Such a good comment i just had to base today's post around it. A chance to show off in no small way as well.

What you say is, of course, indisputeably true, dear wolf. I used to live here:





Some 20 years or so ago (Fuzz has a deep, dark and long past) where i was heavily involved in Live Fantasy Role Playing. Can't resist more pics of the old place though; hope you don't mind too much whilst i indulge myself.


View back across the courtyard showing the ancient Oak and the ridiculously spooky (and very haunted) Chapel.

View from across the moat (in my day dry, but now re-filled) showing the Chapel roof and the "Ref's" tower. Finally a stunning ariel shot for a sense of the sheer scale of the place.

It took me a good few months just to find my way around when i first joined. Now if pushed i could probably produce a pretty accurate map of the old girl including hidden rooms, secret doors and passages and the stupidly complex catacombs. There's something like 700 rooms in total and if anything it seeems a bit of a cheat if in-game we had an auto-mapper always showing our location. Ok, any one of us could have sat down and mapped as we went (and don't think it was at all simplified by us ref's who would construct false walls, doors, rooms, corridors etc. to suit the dungeon/whim at the time) but in all my years as a Live Role Player I have never yet seen anyone actually do it. What I have seen hundreds of times is parties and individuals going the wrong way (often, but not always after killing the guide). I remember with fondness bordering on post-traumatic stress disorder a New Years' meeting on the Leeds moors. 5+ hours in extreme survival conditions at sub-zero temperatures spent hunting first the party, then the monster's, then trying to get the two to connect without being too much of a control freak. Oh those happy hours. Don't know how we all didn't freeze to death. That was a big wide open space, though. Peckforton was a fish of a different kettle entirely. People would often get lost for hours - indeed, referee's were encouraged to take an (unpaid) assistant ref with them when pre-setting dungeons to assist in such (& other) eventualities. So - you're rght. Buildings can and do look different on the outside and inside - but only to a degree. The moment i set foot through this doorway, there was little doubt i was entering a castle.




Auto-maps are dodgy things though - supposedly meant to simulate our memory of being places before. I think they give misleading information that is no substitute for actually getting lost somewhere and having to figure it out for yourself.

10 Comments:

At 10:16 am, Blogger Writing idiot said...

the only natural comment i could give to such a well written responce is............


LOL

thankyou.
i would have recounted my wonderful times of getting lost on the three peaks walk in the yorkshiredales but i feel i might take over this blog in time. instead visit my blog haahahahaha.

 
At 10:44 am, Blogger FuzzBuck Fuzz said...

Not a chance

 
At 11:17 am, Blogger Professor Peach said...

Ah...did I EVER go on a dungeon where we DIDN'T kill the quide before the first encounter? Probably not.

;)

 
At 11:19 am, Blogger Professor Peach said...

btw...nice shots...did you mention to the nice people that it is Peckforten Castle they are looking at?

 
At 11:20 am, Blogger Professor Peach said...

Sorry...Peckforton.
Used for weddings and corporate suits now

Ah well

 
At 12:09 pm, Blogger FuzzBuck Fuzz said...

1.)The best time i saw it done was the "Melnibonian Pro" where a group of barbarians were trying to sneak through the melnibone empire at the height of it's power. After killing the guide no-one could show them how to escape the thousands of screaming melnibonians that then were free to ... well, kill them. Much hilarity ensued. 2 people out of 15 survived.

2.) There's a link to a UK Heritage site showing Peckforton at the start of the article.

3.) Yup.

 
At 2:08 pm, Blogger Non of the Above said...

top post fuzzster

 
At 3:04 pm, Blogger FuzzBuck Fuzz said...

^^smug ;)

 
At 10:26 am, Blogger *.* CIELO *-* said...

Your old house could perfectly match the house of my dreams U_U
Actually any bigger house than the one I live in would become the house of my dreams lol ^^

Loved the pics!!! ♥

Kisses from Italy

Cielo ♥

 
At 3:34 pm, Blogger FuzzBuck Fuzz said...

Yeah - it was really cool meeting people then telling them you lived at "The big house on the hill" and pointing then seeing their reactions as they worked out where it was.

Even better was getting stuff delivered. The moment you gave the address you could watch the attitude change.

A bugger to try and keep clean though and oy vay! The heating bills!

 

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