My favorite game convention, Carnage, announced it’s moving to the Killington Grand in 2013. I’m excited by the venue change in 2013 because Killington’s a nice joint and there’s plenty of space for the convention to grow.
Leaving Lake Morey is a little bittersweet, though. Being right on such a picturesque lake has been lovely. I’m always comforted slowly rolling through the sleepy town of Fairlee, wondering what restaurant might possibly be open on a Saturday evening.
The Lake Morey resort itself has character that can’t be beat: wing after addition after extension ramble along the lake shore in directions that only start to make sense after a weekend or two of trial and error, trying to figure out how to get down to the ballroom, or where on Earth the third floor went. There’s nothing quite like bursting out of a little stairwell to find yourself suddenly in the role-playing area when you thought you were well on your way to the bar.
So farewell, Lake Morey! I’ll miss watching the mist rise up off your waters in the early morning. I’ll miss the thunderous roar of LARPers passing through the hallway overhead. I’ll miss the camaraderie of the Steamboat Lounge on Thursday night as Tom urgently scribbles out tomorrow morning’s characters and the first of many, many pick-up games hit the tables.
It’s time to move on to Killington. There are traditions to carry over, new rites to shape and lapsed customs to resume. And here’s to the many, many anecdotes that will begin, “One time when Carnage was at Lake Morey . . . “
 I liked it so much, I joined the staff.
 In fact, I’ve got a great one that is generally fit only for verbal recounting. Ask me at Carnage sometime!