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HELLO MR BLACKSMITH, HOW IS YOUR ELEVEN WENCH DOING TODAY?
ARE THEY DOING
because you just might do it...
"I MUST INVOKE THE SPIRTS OF ANCIENT TIR NA NOG AND SLAY THE FOREIGN EVIL INVADING OUR SOIL!" or sometbing.
will march in time to their bodhráns and burn down London?
i think not.
"Many years ago, some of my friends used to do the rubber-sword live action RP - dressing up as orcs and running about in the woods hitting each, that sort of thing.
One Sunday a group of four or five were driving back in a van from an event where they had been playing Knights Templar when, driving past a bus stop, they happened to see some bloke pushing a girl about.
I often wonder what went through the minds of the bloke and girl as a battered transit van pulled up next to them and a gang of knights in shining armour piled out. They restrained the bloke, hailed a cab and paid for it to take the girl home, and then gave the man a short homily: "Remember, son, hitting women is wrong - and we're watching", before leaping back into the van and screeching away.
I wish I'd been there."
Though obviously hailing a cab for a girl and sending her home after rescuing her is totally the wrong thing to do.
they barely know what a girl looks like, let alone what to do in that situation...
and her sword looks really tacky!
Other than that, she's fine.
Some kind of measurement?
unless she's a Seven Slag
OH BRAVE KNIGHT, I AM NOT SURE YOUR PAPER HELMET WILL PROTECT YOU AGAINST THE DARK LORD'S +5 MACE!
What happens in orc costume stays in orc costume.
I wonder if they have to like do safety checks on their swords and stuff.
ELVES DON'T WEAR GLASSES...
i call shenanigans..
I want a big bow and arrow!
zonino to be like
is incredible. i think he's cast a spell on it so it sucks in all light around it.
an extra from Wall Street wandered into frame right?
really detracts from the vivid fantasy reality that watching a human and an orc fighting conjures up.
he was a clinical psychologist. He had even written out a massively thorough and convoluted backstory in a Tolkien style so that the ongoing action was always consistent with that world despite being held in a forest in Hertfordshire.
my advice is don't go mental if you live in London.
this always reminds me of the time i went to a LARP type's house, went to sleep and woke up to find the "sheet" i was sleeping under was actually a velvet wizard's cloak
+10 defence against hangovers.
Brace thyselves: I did this once a couple of years ago. I place responsibility at the feet of a friend of mine blessed with the gift of persuasion. To this day, I'm not sure how he managed it, given my intense loathing of Lord Of The Rings, elves, wizards and anything even remotely associated with the fantasy genre.
Anyway, long story short, I ended up in a campsite just outside Derby with my friend and his crew of dedicated LARP enthusiasts (note: not once did I ever hear the term LARP mentioned in relation to our activities).
I was lent some sort of pseudo Jedi uniform to wear and a giant plastic staff to beat folks with. And my name was Morpheous. Because that was the only black sci-fi/fantasy character I could think of.
On the journey up to the site, as we were setting up tents and pretty much throughout the entire weekend, my friend attempted to explain the 'rules' of the weekend to me, most of which were forgotten immediately. Not that they appeared to apply anyway - my mate and his team went off to do quests for points that would give them magic powers and spells and the like. This confused me, since I had been under the impression the whole shebang was some kind of sword fighting workshop... with people dressed as Drow Elves (Drow Elves are like normal elves, but black - consequently, they have a swagger and attitude about them and are persecuted by other elves for it).
Gradually, I came to the realisation that I should have been doing these quests too, otherwise I would have no spells and would probably die in the big battle they were saving for the end of each day. The realisation was gradual because my friend had come equipped with £120 worth of specially ordered mead which was accompanied by the very finest soft plant-based drugs. Also on offer was 'Pig-in-a-Bun': Giant hunks of pork served in a large bap. With apple sauce.
So I pretty much spent the entire time either stoned, hyperdrunk (because Mead is fermented from honey) and sleeping off the 3 kilos of meat I was ingesting every half an hour.
When the big battle came, I charged in half-cocked, was informed 5 seconds later that someone had cast Level 5 Firestorm or some such shit on me, and was now dead.
So I dragged my corpse off the field and went back to drinking.
Conclusion: LARPing is good clean fun. As long as you're drunk, drugged up and fed well. Without those things, it's traipsing about in a field situated miles from civilisation looking like a total chode. Which is something most of us do a couple of times a year anyway, albeit to a soundtrack of The Arcade Fire.
I wish I was eating Pig-In-A-Bun now...
bonus points for mentioning 'mead' and 'chode' :D
I like the way that the breaking news section is completely empty..
Though it seems that they havent figured out that question either..."more" is pushing it slightly..Histrenact isnt an incredibly catchy name either, it sounds like some sort of "intimate" feminine medication.
i was hoping that was a picture of Alan.
And technically he's a reenactor, not a LARPer. Not that it makes any difference to his crotch...
Dude in middle - Lord smug
but to stuff like Mike Leigh / Ken Loach...We'll go up north with some kestrels and pretend to be a family falling apart at the seams.
Do I need to bring my own alcohol problems and violent tendancies or will those be provided?
urgh! *crushes cardboard costume*
But each and every LARPer is pathetic
it's good fun. i'm actually working on a game at the minute called LARP of the Flies.
Not just regret meeting, but regret that you are forced to live in the same world as them. Regret that you both can somehow share some joy in the same activity, regret that you both have shared the same air.
I managed to stumble upon a gathering of these types. With circumstances keeping me from fleeing, I ended up spending a weekend with them.
My friend makes bad decisions. He's a good guy, just as long as you don't let him decide anything. As long as someone is deciding things for him, there's no problems, but the second he's left to his own devices, he will almost always come up with the absolute worst ideas. His exploits are carved into his body, with burns and scars from the dumbest of accidents, and he's even missing part of his ear thanks to an infection he got from trying to pierce it himself. Sadly, I'm not too bright myself, and often forget that I'm never supposed to listen to any of his suggestions.
So, when he decided we should join a fantasy LARP, I agreed.
We, my bad-decision-making friend, one other, and myself, had gone LARPing in the past, way back in high school. It was pretty bad, but we were too young to know that. We ended up going to six of the monthly events, which was how long it took for us to understand the LARP and to figure out just how bad it was.
The way it worked was that it really only made sense to go if you had already been going there for years. We stopped going once we realized just how slow the character progression really was, and that it would take us roughly three to four years before we'd be above peon status, and another three or four before we'd be a little below average. While this may not be a problem at other LARPs, it meant that we would be doing nothing but running for help whenever there was a problem for all that time.
While the other friend and I had abandoned it, my misguided friend continued a bit, going to events every once in awhile, still chasing the dream of eventually gaining enough power to be able to go outside the inn without having to ask people to come along and protect him. Eventually even he stopped, mostly because he didn't want to keep paying the fee.
A few years later, he managed to catch wind of a new LARP that had launched, an offshoot of the original one started up by disgruntled members who were tired of the bullshit of the first. He was excited about it, and kept talking about how they were going to change things and make it better. I knew it was just going to be the same old problems in a new packaging, and decided not to go.
While at first I was adamant about my refusal, his entusiasm was rather contagious, especially because each month he'd come back and would not shut up about how awesome it was. Eventually, my memories of the previous LARP started to blend with both nostalgia and wishful thoughts on how I had hoped things would have gone. The other friend, the who had gone before with us, ended up giving in first and agreed to go to it, about a year after it had started up. With no real reason not to go beyond a bad previous experience at a different LARP, I decided that we might as well all go.
As we drove to the camp site where the LARP would take place, the three of us slowly converted back into our young high school days. Filled with innocence, optimism, and that childlike love of fantasy and pretend, we decided to "get into character," starting off with only referring to each other by our character names. The friend who had been going to the LARP for the past year was Hardule Nightwater, a mage. The other friend friend planned on reviving his old character, Lith Cloud, who was a hardy warrior. I decided on reviving my old character as well, Nephem Festiva, who would use both magic and weapons.
Hardule kept telling us about this and that, and how awesome everything was. He gave me tips on what the good magic spells were, and explained little nuances about the way combat was handled. Since the system was still fairly new, not everything had been really ironed out, and even Hardule said he didn't really think he had figured it all out by now. Lith kept discussing plans on reviving our old adventuring party, Cerberus, and maybe even spending enough time and effort into eventually turning it into a noble house or clan.
When we arrived on Friday afternoon, things seemed pretty good. In fact, the camp grounds seemed awesome. They were some distance away from the closest town, and had plenty of wooded areas as well flat fields. I was still filled with optimism, and barely could wait to go out and adventure and roleplay. I lost a lot of that optimism very quickly with the very first person I saw.
High Lord Ulcik.
Or, at least, that's what he called himself at the old LARP. An overweight man in his late forties or early fifties, he would braid his hair and beard in a way I assumed he thought was very medieval/fantasy looking but instead looked like he had just come back from a teenage girls' sleepover. He always looked like he was scowling, except for when he made eye contact with someone, when he would open his small eyes wide and give the most unnatural smile a person could give.
He was responsible for some of the worst, including the very worst, memories at the old LARP. He had been a noble, and enjoyed ordering around people, especially during the big battles. Disobeying him was apparently a huge offense, and he had actually incarcerated Lith in the little fake jail room for leaving his position during a big battle. Lith had rushed out to help out Hardule, who had somehow been left out in the open, which created a gap in the line that the enemies took advantage of. He spent two hours in that little room before I managed to convince another noble to release him, and even then only after he took almost all of our gold.
As High Lord Ulcik ambled over towards us, I cast a sideways glance at my friends, with Lith appearing rather passive, while somewhat disturbingly Hardule seemed rather happy about seeing Ulcik. With his loud and forcedly gruff voice, Ulcik greeted Hardule and then asked who we were, having forgotten us in the many years since we had last met. We introduced ourselves anew, and while I did it so I wouldn't appear rude by saying we had met before and he had simply forgotten us, Lith did it because he had completely forgotten the man.
a gathering of people who spend their afternoons painting orcs, and even THEY find LARPing questionable)
moar? it gets much, much lulzier
It'll take you to where we are int he story.
I was c&p'ing it from the suptg archive, but that still has the hundreds of other comments interrupting the story. Some kind soul already set it up in googledocs, woo!
Anyway, LARP is fairly harmless. I'd quick like to go and play as the monsters, cos from my limited understanding of it (Uh, that story I linked) the monsters get in free, get free food, and get to annoy the living shit out of gargantuan fat pricks.
why wouldn't you?
I don't think they do it. I'd like to go and see something like this though.
but larping is?
are you afraid of me
I've never really played a computer game. The only ones I have played are: Singstar, a dancing one on the wii, bowling on the wii and SIM's. I wish I could play games and stuff but I can never be bothered.
Is dungeons and dragons the one where you can get married to people on it?
its a roleplaying game. you pretend to be your character with people around a table and roll dice and stuff.
I thought it was a computer game.
Is it complicated?
there's a simplified version of it and an advanced version of it. it's more about imagination than anything else, though. and dice. live by the dice.
I like scrabble but I don't have anyone to play it with :(
ONLINE scrabble though i don't know how you feel about that. worth signing up for though. completely free etc.
people who sit at home typing cynical comments on internet forums are cooler than people who get out and go drinking with friends(admittedly in Orc costumes)?
when they're out of character
that has scenes of gratuitous LARP
mentioned that they did LARPing on their CV. When my manager asked if anyone knew what that meant, I said nothing.