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Message: <blockquote data-quote="sckeener" data-source="post: 2969249" data-attributes="member: 8801">yeah...I'm not too into props that look real.  A person that I gamed with years ago until he moved away ran a LARP here in Houston.  It was a vampire LARP and they made up some FBI most wanted stuff...anyway...I'll let Phil tell his tale.  Here is an email I got back in Aug of 2003 from him about what happened. My "It would be funny but it happened to me too" story: I was driving through South Dakota when I was pulled over for having a headlight out.  This was about a year ago, and the police were still worked up about that little Sept 11 thingy. A little background first:  I have a bad habit of not throwing anything away, and happened to be playing/running a Live action vampire game when I lived in Houston.  Certain Individuals and I created some items as "Props" that looked pretty authentic, especially to the untrained eye.  If the individual in question wants to tell ya what we made he can do it.  The only hint I'll give is that they definitly looked official. So, anyways, I got pulled over by this SD state trooper, K-9 no less.  My hair was about 2 feet long, shaved on the sides and back, pulled into a pony-tail.  I was wearing my "<img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> 'em if they can't take a joke -- God" shirt.  Ratty assed blue jeans, with a pile of trash in my backseat.  He takes one look at me and says, "Sir, I am going to need you to step out of the vehicle." Well, like I said, I used to live in Houston.  So, I unbuckeled my seatbelt and put my windows up (Second nature when I get out of my car).  In one fluid motion, I took my keys out of the ignition, locked the door and slammed it shut.  As I did this he yelled at me to "leave the car running and the doors unlocked."  After slamming the door shut, he told me to unlock it.  Being the good subversive <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> I am, I said, "Nope." Then he asked if I had any weapons on me, luckily I had already taken my pocket knife outta my pocket to open a bag of beef jerky and it had fallen on the passenger side floor.  I said no, and he told me to empty my pockets.   Seems I had a weapon after all, fingernail clippers, in my pocket.  Then he asked me to step into his SUV. As soon as I got in, his dog went apeshit and he asked, "Do you have any contraband in your vehicle?"  To which I replied, "What do you mean by contraband?"  Chalk one up to being either stupid or an <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> who really had no plans to get home that evening.  He explained, "Drugs, Weapons, other illegeal things."  My smartassed reply, "Do you mean illegeal in the state of South Dakota, or just plain illegeal."  Then he asked, "May I search your car?"  I figured that I am already <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />ed right now, so I say, "Hell no." We sat in silence for about 20 minutes, then he got out with the dog and had it sniff the car.  He got back in and asked, "Where are you headed?"  My reply of "Home" didn't seem to improve our relations much.  Then he asked, "Where is your home?"  To which I said, "South." "Where were you comming from?" "The east." About 20 more minutes of silence.  Then, "Can I search your vehicle?" "Nope, Am I being detained?" "Uh, no sir." This went on for about 3 hours, eventually I was able to spot the in vehicle camera and noted that it was still recording.  So he asked to search again.  Finally I capitulated!  I said extremely clearly and loud, "Since I have now been detained against my will for 3 hours and I am very tired, I will, under duress, consent to an illeagle search of my car at this time."  Then he asked me for my keys, and I told him they were on the trunk.  He was a little pissed as he took the dog outta the SUV. He tore the hell outta my vehicle, finding the item in question along with several wanted posters from a certain federal agency.  Sadly these posters had my pic on them and Zeds pic too.  *sigh* So this cop calls in the, according to him, "Forged items". I explain to him back in the SUV that I did not attempt to impersonate anyone, nor did I identify myself as belonging to any organization.  He said I was going to jail.  I asked to speak with a lawyer.  Then we shutup for about an hour and waited. Finally a sedan pulled up behind the SUV, and a couple of individuals got out and confisicated the items in question.  They asked several very odd questions about where I got the papers and the "badges" from.  I refused to answer without consulting a lawyer.  About 6 hours after I got pulled over, I was allowed to drive off. Thankfully, it was about 8:00am by the time I got back home, so I went straight to a lawyer here in town, paid a small retainer, and sent off a request for my confiscated items back.  The lawyer confirmed that it was not illeagle to own, or make said items under federal law.  Espically since they were obvious fakes (I had a couple more in a box at home). I still don't have my junk, and it was some of the coolest stuff we ever made...  =(</blockquote>

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