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What’s you’re worst LRP injury? Imagine you’re on a big LRP boat, searching for a big LRP shark with a LRP Richard Dreffuss and suddenly the surly LRP skipper (who if you ask me is overacting and ruining the mood – but that’s LRPers for you) puts his LRP leg on the LRP table and tells you an LRP tale about how his LRP leg was hurt after the previous LRP shark didn’t pull his LRP blows. His LRP tale finished. He looks at you expectantly – what are you going to tell him?
--- PD: Mister Cry, Philosopher of Stone. LT: Whimsy, Archer's Guild Fae Butler. SOS: Kethren Fable, The Queen's Killer. Vikings: Plot writing Mikey (with eagle eye action)
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| I've had some dullish ones, been put on my arse by an spear that was being wielded by the bottom 6" so hard I had to be helped to 1st aid, ect But Vikki (Estevan's Little Sis in the LT) still gets the win for a simple unpulled blow bruise to the thigh that was so hard a couple of days later when the swelling went down we could see the detailing on the blade in the bruise. Not the most horrific, but it got her many drinks in the pub
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I can imagine.
Back in the dawn of time when I was more enthusiastic than a mildly incontinent cocker spaniel, I was in the Bolton Institute LRP Society. Sam Harber was there and we were in the second year – teaching the new kids how to fight with weapons. I was Sam’s helper and we stood at the top of the hill in the park in front of a crowd of about a dozen wet behind the ears college geeks. Sam had in his hands the biggest fantasy Axe you can imagine and was explaining about pulling your blows.
“This” he explained, “is how you pull a LRP blow”
I get hit. Frankly the axe was dangerously large and a bit uncontrollable, but he pulled his blow well and it didn’t sting.
“It’s important to pull your blows in LRP because these weapons can still hurt.
He smiled that special smile that Sam does.
“I shall demonstrate”
Took me clean off my feet he did. Landed in a haze of confusion a significant amount of feet away. Apparently I had concussion. I don’t recall.
--- PD: Mister Cry, Philosopher of Stone. LT: Whimsy, Archer's Guild Fae Butler. SOS: Kethren Fable, The Queen's Killer. Vikings: Plot writing Mikey (with eagle eye action)
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| Not worst, but most amusing. Monstering at NV once, I was playing a flying skeletal thing. The encounter was next to a stream with a rope swing over it. In setting up, we'd decided that it might look cool if, rather than the lame arm flapping thing, I simulated flying in by using the rope swing, letting go so that I came over the stream, cloak billowing, and landed in front of the party. We rehearsed this several times and it did, indeed, look quite impressive. The end result was less so, as I don't thing most skeletal flying abominations land and turn their ankles with a cry of "OW! Fuck, my ankle!"
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It was my second ever LRP event. I’m in full kid in the candy shop mode and hyperactive. One of the LRPers there had a huge door shield and I’m playing a scouty ninji running around crazy type fella. So I see him holding his shield to defend against attack at an angle of about 45 degrees. It allowed him to see over the top (to be honest he had no problem seeing over the top either way) and gave him room to fight. “Hey” I think, I can probably run up that and get behind him (You have to remember this is in the days when LRPers where real LRPers and it was expected that somebody would get really hurt at the weekend) – so I charge in, running at some click to ensure I clear my target. I’m 5 feet away from him when I steps forward changing the angle from 45 degrees to roughly 0 degrees.
I bounce as if I’m hitting a brick wall. Apparently I had concussion. I don’t recall.
--- PD: Mister Cry, Philosopher of Stone. LT: Whimsy, Archer's Guild Fae Butler. SOS: Kethren Fable, The Queen's Killer. Vikings: Plot writing Mikey (with eagle eye action)
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I still have a scar from my first LARP injury. It was my very first LARP event, and I had been advised to play a human fighter because the rules were vastly complicated and playing anything else would confuse me, so I was dressed up in chainmail, handed a sword and the hugest shield ever (you know the sort, as tall as me and almost as wide; we called it the Shield of Ubiquity). Then we were informed that our mission was to infiltrate the enemy camp. Which involved lots of sneaking around. At night.
Everything was fine until we got to the hut that was on a raised concrete block (which I hadn't spotted) and were suddenly blinded by its security light turning on. Light! Step! Falling over in chainmail! Losing a chunk of skin from the hand I land on!
Of course, being an enthusiastic young thing, instead of doing the sensible thing and retiring gracefully to get it looked at and bandaged properly, I borrowed someone's ancient and dirt-encrusted leather glove and soldiered on, meaning that the whole affair went an interesting shade of green and yellow and never has healed quite right.
Then there's the incident where I did the traditional guy-rope face-plant and slightly impaled my hand on a tent peg, leading to several bottles of saline solution being used by the nice Maelstrom First Aid people to try and work out if there was anything stuck in there or not, before deciding that there wasn't actually anything stuck in the wound, it was just there was quite a bit of me poking out of it. (That cleared up entirely, though, probably as a result of Actually Getting Medical Attention.)
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| Possibly the most painful and certainly the most embarrising (not as painful as the stone beneath the kneecap) was charging across a damp field towards some of my friends getting ripped apart, realising at the last minute the fight was over, trying to put on the breaks, my feat go out from under me and up into the air and 14 stone of Tom and chainmail go down like a sack of potatoes onto back, cue me screaming and rolling onto my side as the metal tankard on the back of my belt has flipped up, been under the small of my back when I landed, is now two dimensional and has left a nice tankard shaped bruise on my spine. You'll all be glad to know with a bit of bending however, the tankard was fine and lived to fight another day.
PD: Finch: Deader than most people manage LT: Tirell Dreamstruck: Expert cat herder GandTGamage - producer of Player events and other such occurances. http://amoss.co.uk/contrivance.htm
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Getting hit by an unpulled blow from a longsword right on the ear/side of head in the middle of a fair sized combat got me more than a little annoyed, I apparently grabbed the person by the shoulders lifted him off the floor and yelled in his face "You're supposed to pull your f...ing blows" everyone was looking at the time as he is a big chap and was wearing plate and chain, I'd lifted him 6 inches off the ground  Still on the bright side everyone remembered to pull their blows after that
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