Immortal Unc Slaycation Report

Post-Conference Report

I'd like to thank each and every founding team member who joined us at Immortal UNC Slaycation, the one and only birthday party celebrating our immortal boy Blaine O'Neill. You showed up, you showed off your personality, and now I ask one more thing of you: please show one another the photos you took in by sharing them in this Google Drive Folder.

Enlightened Moments

• The Energy
  While I designed the game for 10-15 guests, upon refining the guest list, we realized that Blaine loves (and is loved by) very many people, so we ended up inviting closer to 120. The sheer chaos of the crowd became its own kind of magic. The room buzzed with founder pitches, newfound frenemies, and absurd rituals.

• Team Dynamics
  Teams like Paige Wishart's Glam and Mutual Aid Fund and Wildcats fully leaned into the satire. Despite the game master's sneaky antics with the random badge color assortment, people embodied their true "Diva" selves even within a "Vaccinated Liberal" assigned archetype.

• Conference Implosion
  The DIY badges, intake forms, concierge texts and shuttle service brought the whole thing into “psychotic over-engineered tech wellness clusterfuck" territory. Every little detail ended up contributing to the goal of critiquing commodified wellness culture, from the Fry's Electronics shopping basket full of liposomal vitamin C and looney bin socks, to the RPG dice that got thrown out of the game after only two rolls.

Special Thanks

Shout out to Benjamin, my sexy intern, and Miles, the most graceful party host with brilliant taste in birthday cakes.

Closing Thoughts

Despite the chaos, Immortal UNC Slaycation delivered: guests' truest natures were exposed, the dogs perservered, pitches were made, roles were impeccably played, and I learned that sometimes the most important thing is watching how people want to play naturally.