TEXT: We humans are gone from here. We left behind everything, all the great works of our cities, our industries, things built and 
  unfinished. In and atop them, you grow. You are a tree; you are a community of trees. What we used to call an invasive 
  species, or a mutation thereof: adaptive, willful, intentional. Your roots dig deep into tenuous soil, breaking concrete and 
  stone. Your branches twine towards the sky, grasping toward even the slimmest shafts of light. In swaying silence you 
  contemplate your evolvement, your expansion within this landscape. And slowly, in the passing of years, you move. 
  Your leaves are many. What color are they?
  Your bark is strong. What does it feel like?
  We brought your ancestors to this place a long time ago. Why? Does that matter, now?
  . . .
  This game is played over the course of a walk through urban or otherwise non-rural spaces. During the course 
  of your journey, imagine yourself to be the creature described above: a mutant tree and its progeny, specimens 
  of an invasive species, now propagating in the ruins of the world humanity left behind.
  If you ever feel overwhelmed or uncomfortable, take a breath and let your mind wander away from the game. 
  Return when and if you feel is right.
  While you are walking, take your time. Move slowly and breathe deeply. Imagine time passing in weeks, seasons, 
  years. Consider how the space around you would degrade in the absence of human inhabitants, how its ruins 
  become home to new life. Imagine your answers to the prompts below.
   
  Ӱ What are the seasons like? Are there seasons, anymore?
   
  Ӱ How do you feel the passage of time?
   
  Ӱ What human works remain? What are lost?
   
  Ӱ How do you feel towards this landscape?
  If and when you arrive to one or more of the places mentioned here, find a comfortable and safe spot nearby 
  to stand or sit and remain still for a while (as long as you feel appropriate). Watch as time passes, moment to 
  moment. Consider how this place will change. Imagine your answers to the prompts below.
  a public park or empty lot
   
  Ӱ You could propogate easily here, if not for the other 
  plants. Who are your competitors? How could you choke 
  them out? Could you reach an accord, instead?
   
  Ӱ You share this place with countless fauna, as well. What 
  of yourself do you willingly give them? How do they 
  repay you? What do they steal without your permission? 
  an underpass, tunnel, or alleyway
   
  Ӱ Light here is precious. How must you bend yourself to 
  thrive here? What must you lose?
   
  Ӱ Other animals pass through here, troubling your trunk 
  and branches. What are they? What do they leave behind?
  a drainage ditch, canal, or stream
   
  Ӱ Water is life. Is it cool or hot? How does the water taste 
  on your roots? How greedily do you drink?
   
  Ӱ Water is life, but the insects it sustains bear illness. What 
  sickness do you suffer? How might you overcome it?
  a parking lot or strip mall
   
  Ӱ You break your roots through the concrete, fracture the 
  slabs as you grow. How does that feel? Does it hurt you?
   
  Ӱ You might be lonely, here. What else can find the purchase 
  to grow? Are they friendly, hostile, indifferent to you?
  When your walk ends, briefly reflect on the trees you’ve been. Decide what your survival means for this place.
  . . .
  This game was created while reflecting on the ailanthus altissima, sometimes called the Tree of Heaven, native to northest and 
  central China but an invasive species in North America. It can be easily identified by its long, compound leaves and sour 
  smell. It’s weedy, opportunistic, and fast-spreading. But it will also grow where other plants cannot, especially in otherwise-
  inhospitable urban areas. If you meet one on the road, I cannot tell you what you should do. It’s likely you should try to kill 
  it, but part of me thinks you might save some seeds and plant them somewhere there’s absolutely nothing else but concrete.
  “Better invading Asian citrus beetles than no beetles at all.”
  —Michelle Tea, Black Wave
  “Can a tree be feral?”
  —Matthew Battles, Tree
  unto heaven
  a solo larp about adaptation and reclamation
  by michael crowley
  
SOURCE: textdata/thevault/LARP [multi]/Unto Heaven.pdf