L.A.R.P.ing: So Tuff It Carrys A Two Handed Double Edge Battle Axe
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By Sarvas Berry
At one time in every kid’s life they came in contact with D&D (A D&D for the fan boy fags) or anyone who played it. Remember the long nights in your parent’s basement rolling your die and building a character or quest. The Dungeon Master would make the plight of the game as you battled scary monsters, chugged Mountain Dew and ate chips or Oreos until dawn.
If you never played, you knew someone who did, and it was never really that nerdy until you got to high school. Then only the kids that smelled like sour milk, bad acne, and clothes that mom dressed them in played. They could be found playing in study hall or getting beat up by jocks. It took guts to carry the torch of roll playing. Those kids had balls of steel, they were martyrs of the gaming world. They took beating after beating just to play a game. Most of those kids grew up and became super cool after high school because they invented computer programs like Yahoo, Google and Myspace. Some discovered the guitar and are now putting out CD’s that you have in your Disc player. Some of them draw and then got into tattooing, those kids open up their own shops and tatty zap your ass and make bank out of it.
Some don’t grow out of it, they take it to the next level and to this day it blows my mind. Live Action Role Playing or L.A.R.P. is playing those dice games but acting it out as if it were real. They fully suit up and be a warrior, elf, beastman or wizard and wield a battle ax or double edged sword made out of Styrofoam and duct tape to attack their foes with. They take damage and make damage, casting spells and living out their fantasy as if the fantasy world were here and now. Nothing is as rewarding as gaining experience and/or a level because you and your guild destroyed a small army of goblins or a rival guild of mages** and knights.
I met up with a gaming group that rented out Wheeler Farm for the weekend. From start to finish the players remained in character, even while sleeping, during the event breaking character is frowned upon. I watched an argument between two players, they broke character and yelled the fuck out of each for some reason. I don’t know why. This shit was amazing, the first half hour I was there I couldn’t speak.
I couldn’t ask any questions, I just stared at the weapons that were painted to replicate the real deal. There were about 12 girls and nine guys, in cloaks, chains or leather chest plates with metal spikes. The elves wore fake pointy ears, the wizards had mages** and their necromancers had little beanbags that they would throw at people to cast a spell, if the bag hit you then damage would be taken. As anyone would attack they would either call out damage, or a spell. Some of them would sing songs or play guitar to cast a spell to put the enemy in a trance.
At one time in every kid’s life they came in contact with D&D (A D&D for the fan boy fags) or anyone who played it. Remember the long nights in your parent’s basement rolling your die and building a character or quest. The Dungeon Master would make the plight of the game as you battled scary monsters, chugged Mountain Dew and ate chips or Oreos until dawn.
If you never played, you knew someone who did, and it was never really that nerdy until you got to high school. Then only the kids that smelled like sour milk, bad acne, and clothes that mom dressed them in played. They could be found playing in study hall or getting beat up by jocks. It took guts to carry the torch of roll playing. Those kids had balls of steel, they were martyrs of the gaming world. They took beating after beating just to play a game. Most of those kids grew up and became super cool after high school because they invented computer programs like Yahoo, Google and Myspace. Some discovered the guitar and are now putting out CD’s that you have in your Disc player. Some of them draw and then got into tattooing, those kids open up their own shops and tatty zap your ass and make bank out of it. Some don’t grow out of it, they take it to the next level and to this day it blows my mind. Live Action Role Playing or L.A.R.P. is playing those dice games but acting it out as if it were real. They fully suit up and be a warrior, elf, beastman or wizard and wield a battle ax or double edged sword made out of Styrofoam and duct tape to attack their foes with. They take damage and make damage, casting spells and living out their fantasy as if the fantasy world were here and now. Nothing is as rewarding as gaining experience and/or a level because you and your guild destroyed a small army of goblins or a rival guild of mages** and knights.
I met up with a gaming group that rented out Wheeler Farm for the weekend. From start to finish the players remained in character, even while sleeping, during the event breaking character is frowned upon. I watched an argument between two players, they broke character and yelled the fuck out of each for some reason. I don’t know why. This shit was amazing, the first half hour I was there I couldn’t speak.
I couldn’t ask any questions, I just stared at the weapons that were painted to replicate the real deal. There were about 12 girls and nine guys, in cloaks, chains or leather chest plates with metal spikes. The elves wore fake pointy ears, the wizards had mages** and their necromancers had little beanbags that they would throw at people to cast a spell, if the bag hit you then damage would be taken. As anyone would attack they would either call out damage, or a spell. Some of them would sing songs or play guitar to cast a spell to put the enemy in a trance.
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Posted on December 5, 2011 by stephen
check out this web-series about larping. it's a riot! www.castlesiege.tv
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