|Author(s):||Jim and Kelly MacDougal|
|Game EMail:||madamruppy AT flare DOT net|
|Organization:||Overaged Gifted Children|
|Male Players:||Min: 0 / Max: 0|
|Female Players:||Min: 0 / Max: 0|
|Neutral Players:||Min: 15 / Max: 19|
|Total Players:||Min: 15 / Max: 19|
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Maybe Ivan Fussey just thought no one knew the toys would be moved, or maybe he just trusted in his own security measures. For whatever reason, there would be no one guarding the second moving van. Because of the special cases for "Mommy and Daddy's toys", little Jean insisted on packing her own stuffies, because "They deserved special attention, too!" Little Jean used three roles of duct tape, just to be sure. Along with the other boxes there is the box of Bonnie the dog's things, including her chew toy, Chew Toy. But since he belongs to the dog and not a child none of the toys really worry about him very much. Even though moving day is always a scary time for soft toys no one was particularly worried. There was some small concern about the weather. Just to make everyone extra confident about the move, Smedley had everyone look out the window before they were packed; and they could all see a pair of plush purple sharks on the dashboard of the parked truck. Everyone agreed; if the truck driver used soft toys as lucky mascots then he was a man they could trust.
Only one curious thing happened before the trip began. Two toys, Presley the hound and Zipper Zilla the monster, were added to the big box of toys. All the stuffies thought this was odd, but none of them worried about it very much. Soon it was obvious to even the least attentive stuffie that they were not on any super highway; they were going up, up, up a windy mountain road. Then there was the sound of a great big crash! It felt as if the truck swerved and swerved and swerved, and then with a great big bang it fell on it's side. Then there was another crash. The truck seemed to slide around sideways, then it slipped down a hill and came to rest with it's top pointed mostly down. Finally, everything became very still and almost quiet. The only sound was that of rain on the truck's steel body (or maybe it was hail). No, that's not right, from just outside there was another sound, the sound of running water. There was an unpleasant smell that might have been gasoline. And no one could tell what had happened to Mr. Truck Driver. Oh, my!!!
By Carmel Bunny - Mac has asked me to write his bio as "he just doesn't want to think about it." Moving Van is our fifth writing colaboration since Intercon13, and I must say it has been something of a trial. Oh, dear me, yes, I do feel it has been a trial. Now and then I have to let Mac have his freedom, and he writes about super heroes or leaky old boats or silly things like that, but then I have to sit on him and see that he takes his writing seriously and does something for FuzziesLive! Now, it is not in my nature, as a soft toy, to get tough with people; oh no, oh dear me, no, not at all!; but Mac just asks for it, really he does. But you have to make allowances, oh dear me, yes you do! You see, of all the writers on Moving Van, well... I am of course, umbearably cute, and Kelly is very nearly as cute as I, and Tedo Lemur is also very, very cute, and Jareth Graves (who has never had a proper writer's credit, despite his invaluable service to the game - probably because Mac never fills the forms properly)is very cute in a great big person but still cute kind of way, but...now Mac, he just doesn't have a single cute bone in his whole body. But we forgive him as he has always been a great champion of cute things everywhere. If you play Moving Van you will enjoy yourself very much. You will probably enjoy this other thing Mac is writing (Final Fantasy 12? Is that it?) Thank you ever so much for your time, and may you tuck yourself in extra cosy tonight, sleep well, and dream of cute things.
I stumbled into LARP accidentally with Terror on the Thames in 1992. Since then I was coerced into being a GM for assorted people and eventually I was made a writer even though I went kicking and screaming the whole way. So I finally gave up and have embraced it as my destiny - but I'm still not a great GM. I am however very easily bribed by chocolate. When not involved in LARP I am happily married to Jim MacDougal and am a slave to my three pugs. (I can also be bribed by asking about them - I have pictures).