LARP: A bunch of sad losers dress up like people from a thousand years ago to pretend that they're ignorant, smelly jackasses living in an escapist fantasy world without electricity or plumbing that they wouldn't survive for five seconds in if they were actually there.

SCA: A bunch of sad losers dress up like people from a thousand years ago to pretend that they're ignorant, smelly jackasses living in an escapist fantasy world without electricity or plumbing that they wouldn't survive for five seconds in if they were actually there.

I see no difference between the two, really.  Except the SCA guys probably whine a lot more when something's inaccurate or someone accidentally gets hurt.

I'm not gonna put that in the quoebox, however, it was worth quoting ...
hahahaha ...

talk less smarter

folks like violence, and will do what it takes to see it/be it.

You're forgetting about intelligent violence, lucas.

"'scuse me, do you have any Grey Poupon?"
"No."
*BitchSlap!*

In my freshman year of high school there was a popular teacher who got kids all into learning by making it more real for them. This year he was teaching Classical history, and he decided that the students would better understand the importance of the Roman phalanx if the students trained to fight as one. So, after they had been training for some months, he recruited a bunch of students including myself to do battle as barbarians against the Roman phalanx in a test of their military superiority.

Our weapons were restricted to cardboard and duct tape, but we managed to find lots of reinforced cardboard tubes and such like to use as swords and spears. On the day of the battle, I armed myself with a big long spear tube with a cardboard spike at the end of it. As the phalanx began marching across the field towards us, I bellowed out my war cry and led the charge towards those dastardly Romans. Instead of trying to find a weakness in their shields, I just used my size and strength to smash through the wall of shields and break up their unit. I was of course immediately ruled a casualty and had to sit the rest of the round out, but after rupturing their defenses, my fellow barbarians were able to mop the Romans up without too much trouble.

The moral of the story? Berzerkers are way more awesome than Hoplites.

Berserker

 I think the moral of the story is that you and/or your teacher suck at classical history.

The Moral of the Story as usual with the Roman military is that when they contract out the barbarian slaying duties to inexperienced mercenaries they get moped up.

LARP: A bunch of sad losers dress up like people from a thousand years ago to pretend that they're ignorant, smelly jackasses living in an escapist fantasy world without electricity or plumbing that they wouldn't survive for five seconds in if they were actually there.

SCA: A bunch of sad losers dress up like people from a thousand years ago to pretend that they're ignorant, smelly jackasses living in an escapist fantasy world without electricity or plumbing that they wouldn't survive for five seconds in if they were actually there.

I see no difference between the two, really.  Except the SCA guys probably whine a lot more when something's inaccurate or someone accidentally gets hurt.

Escapism?

The two most common escapist phenomena in the western world these days are TV & the internet.

Deriding someone else's activities as escapism when we're all sitting around spewing bullshit on the internet is the ol' casting stones from a glass house sort of move.

I'll punch you with words, Emp!

I'll punch you with words, Emp!

Intelligent Violence!

I'll punch you with words, Emp!

Intelligent Violence!

Mind jabs! Cerebral strikes! Brain blows!

Vercingetorix was a pussy.

Asterix was indomitable though!

So sad that SOME OF you can't adequately attack me so you attack my hobbies and my heroes. Extremely lame. Especially the fat one in east TX who is so sad he can't go out.

Waiting with great anticipation for the news story where they have to cut out the front wall of his house and transport him to hospital with a crane. With a stop at the zoo to weigh him. I love stories like that.

I also like to hear true stories of addicts who OD in back alleys and how they got there as told through the tears of a loved one. And the dramatic dynamics of bands no one ever heard of and no one will until 20 years after their breakup when their sole surviving piece of vinyl shows up at a Goodwill store in Kalamazoo.

Hey, dont take me running (badly) with your fleshlight.com yurt joke as an attack... your hobbies and heroes have never been attack fodder for me.

Since you explained it to me, I just look at as that's what Aaron does.

Since you explained it to me, I just look at as that's what Aaron does.

Sort of like travelling around the world every two years.

I mean, who's fucked up enough to want to do something like that??

So sad that you can't adequately attack me so you attack my hobbies and my heroes. Extremely lame. Especially the fat one in east TX who is so sad he can't go out.

Waiting with great anticipation for the news story where they have to cut out the front wall of his house and transport him to hospital with a crane. With a stop at the zoo to weigh him. I love stories like that.

I think it would be fun to armor up and go brawl.

As a matter of fact, I sometimes get my children to put on face masks and chest plates and have them go at it. They love it.

Except for the one day I was teaching my son the double leg take down and his sister fell on his face knee first. Now he's always like, "I don't want to do the double leg".

I'll punch you with words, Emp!

Yeah, call him out properly:
Http://www.Flame4Cash.Com

Jesus, someone slipped off their hemorrhoid pillow this morning.

Also, how the fuck am I supposed to know Verginetorix is your hero? Mind bullets? That's like me saying "HOW DARE YOU BESMIRCH THE NAME OF LESLIE MOONVES? HE'S A PERSONAL HERO OF MINE!"

I'll punch you with words, Emp!

Intelligent Violence!

Mind jabs! Cerebral strikes! Brain blows!

LOUD NOISES!

So sad that SOME OF you can't adequately attack me so you attack my hobbies and my heroes. Extremely lame. Especially the fat one in east TX who is so sad he can't go out.

Waiting with great anticipation for the news story where they have to cut out the front wall of his house and transport him to hospital with a crane. With a stop at the zoo to weigh him. I love stories like that.

Haha it's sad that I make fun of a LARP fag (Oh sorry SCA) who goes apeshit and cells me names when I say I don't like his favorite comic book movie or his friend's computer company, but right after that you make jokes about my imminent death while I'm on borrowed time as it is?  If death was something I was actually afraid of, I dare say I might be offended.

And I'm the asshole?  I love the self-centered unilateral view of the world that you have.  Hell, I envy it.

This thread was lame to me at first, but now it's getting kind of cool!

Carry on.

It's only an insult if it isn't true, Johnny.

Lothar, we must be getting old. You and I traded better ones when you'd been on the road for a month and I'd drunk so much I couldn't see to type.

No, I do believe that creating elaborate stories as to the methods of removing my bloated corpse would be considered a darkly funny insult.  What, are you Dave now?  Is this "tough love"?  Are you going to pretend that you're doing something "good" now?  Little late for that.  That doorway's already been cut.

Lothar, we must be getting old. You and I traded better ones when you'd been on the road for a month and I'd drunk so much I couldn't see to type.

Sigh, the truth sucks.

The truth sucks when you suck.


Krsna - Awesome fathering! You should look into the ARMA (Association of Renaissance Martial Arts). Kids need fucking hobbies.

The truth sucks when you suck.

A few more jabs like that and you'll be saying hey to some of my friends in the cornbread mafia.