M&FF: The King and Queen
But this was not simple larping in the woods, this was a blood sport and the combat was very much real. as were the deaths that occured during the competition when players clashed swords with one another.
Havana or Hell, part one
Vendors, dressed in medieval garb sold foam swords and leather armor for larping events. fantasy cos-players paraded the hall, some sword in hand, others hand in hand, and some pushing baby strollers. i exhaled slowly.
Friendly Competition
Is this part of the job, did i actually get hired or something and is this some sort of larp thing?" "i assure you it's not... whatever you just said," arthur said as he rummaged around in his pack.
Into The Wildlands: Chapter V - Out And About
Back to the pile of lost memories, roman larp gear." he kept rummaging around, as kelsey occasionally took things from around the room and stuffed them into her pouches.
On The Studies of Magical Pets
"well, at least if you ever want to get into larping you can draw really convincing magic circles." calvin teased. "uh huh." zach sighed. "i need a soda. you want anything?" he started to move towards the kitchen.
Kobolds in Snug Places
He liked the idea of larping and going on a quest while also having the risk of losing.
M&FF: A Cluster Fuck of Disaster!
This wasn't a larp, this was a real war, and she could actually be killed if she was not careful. the whole time she was training, she hadn't put much thought into it.
Amber Silverblood: Silverpack, Chapter Twenty Five
"sure you didn't hear it at your larp?" i frowned and gave her a sharp look, and she smiled coyly. "what?
HATSSSSS Chapter Forty-four
Not to mention the idiots who larp and probably think i should be killed. what do i do, then?” “that’s not anything to be embarrassed about. plenty of people feel the same way. you’ve just got to remember that in the right hands, a gun is a tool.”
Donkey Jobs and Party Packs (Gerard Prince rewrite, Eps 6)
I must have accidentally cried out for help because leon came somersaulting over the hedges where he landed right in front of what he must have thought were larp werewolf players and he held the sword up before him.
Dad Camp Day 15
"dear beasts," sven started, "we have left for you items for each class to be played in a typical larp. if you are hit in your arm, that arm is gone. if you are hit in your leg, that leg is gone. if you lose at least two limbs, you are dead.
Horfie, the Selective Service Elf (By Avoozl)
This is gonna be the greatest larp ever!" whined the man with the hairy neck. "what's a larp?" asked a pale, scrawny soldier wearing a pair of felt cat's ears. "sarge, this guy's not an elf either. he's just a dirty furry," protested the obese man.