Losing the fight against physics
This weekend was Bladelands LARP. I won't write it up in too much detail, but for me the [high?]lights were:
- Shooting arrows right into melee all weekend and not hitting a single ally
- Learning the limits of latex arrows - they ricochet off *leaves* and can be easily parried out of the air
- Being suddenly possessed by Something Evil and compelled to attack our top mage, in the middle of archery practice. Taking him down in one shot.
- Tons of compliments on my l33t archery skills (can you tell I enjoyed the archery?)
- Learning the limits of sneaking around at night: never sneak with a fire behind you (doh!), and never try to move within hearing range of anyone
- Learning the limits of my own body (tenderised buttocks, nearly unusable legs, aching back and bleeding hands featured strongly)
- Drinking "Unicum's Whack", probably the nastiest booze in the world... repeatedly ;o)
- Learning the limits of our car (exhaust pipe fell off. At the front. In Stevenage. On Sunday. With no garages open. And once the garages did open, no spare parts)
- Learning the limits of our breakdown policy (as it turns out, you can't have your car jury-rigged so you can get back to the campsite to pick up your stuff *then* go to the garage... sadly we only learned this after we got to the campsite, to our great cost)
- Squaring off against heavily armed anti-changeling racists despite being a total combat wuss.
- Meeting lots of cool people and drinking their booze ;o)
Sadly our car is still in Stevenage, awaiting repair. But we made it home in one piece, and in time to have a decent relax before work tomorrow. I'm looking forward to the next one - just not too soon ;o)
- Shooting arrows right into melee all weekend and not hitting a single ally
- Learning the limits of latex arrows - they ricochet off *leaves* and can be easily parried out of the air
- Being suddenly possessed by Something Evil and compelled to attack our top mage, in the middle of archery practice. Taking him down in one shot.
- Tons of compliments on my l33t archery skills (can you tell I enjoyed the archery?)
- Learning the limits of sneaking around at night: never sneak with a fire behind you (doh!), and never try to move within hearing range of anyone
- Learning the limits of my own body (tenderised buttocks, nearly unusable legs, aching back and bleeding hands featured strongly)
- Drinking "Unicum's Whack", probably the nastiest booze in the world... repeatedly ;o)
- Learning the limits of our car (exhaust pipe fell off. At the front. In Stevenage. On Sunday. With no garages open. And once the garages did open, no spare parts)
- Learning the limits of our breakdown policy (as it turns out, you can't have your car jury-rigged so you can get back to the campsite to pick up your stuff *then* go to the garage... sadly we only learned this after we got to the campsite, to our great cost)
- Squaring off against heavily armed anti-changeling racists despite being a total combat wuss.
- Meeting lots of cool people and drinking their booze ;o)
Sadly our car is still in Stevenage, awaiting repair. But we made it home in one piece, and in time to have a decent relax before work tomorrow. I'm looking forward to the next one - just not too soon ;o)