LARPing in my Living Room
Somebody's office had a white elephant party and received three foam dart pistols. This somebody was also foolish enough to leave them behind at our house. So, as you can guess, last night turned into three adults flipping over sofas and dodging foam bullets.
Apparently we were fighting WWII and I was Germany (because I was losing T_T) I kept running out of ammo. One of my friends became Italy and was helping me for a while, but was quickly taken out by the allies because she kept foolishly running out on the battlefield screaming about pasta or some such. Although she did manage to bring me some tea. If you're wondering, the cat was Japan. Mostly because I tossed him at the allies and shouted, "KAMIKAZE SUICIDE ATTACK!"
That managed to distract my friend for a while and we made a last ditch effort where we just ran onto the battlefield and charged. My Italy ally friend had apparently opted for our foam battle ax instead of the dart gun and sort of went crazy. But you'll be happy to know I lost the war. I surrendered and volunteered to let my friend divide me in half with Russia and my friend went on to be poor for several decades and make a bunch of depressing movies that my dad likes.
Clearly I have regressed twenty years in my mentality and I have to work most of this week. This is going to be interesting.
Apparently we were fighting WWII and I was Germany (because I was losing T_T) I kept running out of ammo. One of my friends became Italy and was helping me for a while, but was quickly taken out by the allies because she kept foolishly running out on the battlefield screaming about pasta or some such. Although she did manage to bring me some tea. If you're wondering, the cat was Japan. Mostly because I tossed him at the allies and shouted, "KAMIKAZE SUICIDE ATTACK!"
That managed to distract my friend for a while and we made a last ditch effort where we just ran onto the battlefield and charged. My Italy ally friend had apparently opted for our foam battle ax instead of the dart gun and sort of went crazy. But you'll be happy to know I lost the war. I surrendered and volunteered to let my friend divide me in half with Russia and my friend went on to be poor for several decades and make a bunch of depressing movies that my dad likes.
Clearly I have regressed twenty years in my mentality and I have to work most of this week. This is going to be interesting.