LARPers are a fascinating breed. In their attempt to take their Dungeon and Dragon fantasy world out of their dreams and into the real world, they somehow transformed their regular nerdiness into some super, mind-blowingly powerful nerdiness. Here’s proof.
(For those of you who don’t know, LARPing is "Live Action Role Playing." Think of it as Civil War reenactors…but with wizards and ogres and clerics and shit.)
Look, sometimes you have to spend so much time painting your shield, that you don’t always have time to make sure your helmet fits correctly. There are only so many hours in the warrior’s day. But a one-eyed LARPer is better than no LARPer at all.
Did you know that you just need an 80′s punk wig, a shirt from your mom’s "African phase" and some pseudo Zubaz to play LARP with you medieval pals? (You definitely DON’T need to drop 45 pounds.)
"After I smote thee with thine vaunted staff, I shall devour thee with thine gnashing jowels. Possibly with a Gordita."
Is this a LARPer or a singer in a Norweigian death metal band? (It doesn’t matter.)
If you threw a motherboard at this crew, there’s a good chance that whoever caught it could program the shit out of it.
How many times do you think this LARP had to pause because the guy in the big box fell over and he needed three of his pals to come and help him get back on his feet? I’m guessing the answer is "the entire LARP."
I wonder if she’s dating him because he has a huge sword.
I bet the guy on the left feels pretty stupid that he didn’t dress up like a badass battle kitty.
"Hey, remember that time I totally LARPed you earlier? Man, that was awesome."
"Oh, yeah, you were a LARPing machine out there today."
"Thanks, man. I was was pretty unLARPable."
"That doesn’t make any sense."
I can’t tell if this is either a sunface or a vagina face…or a sun being eaten by a vagina…or a vagina eating another vagina. All I do know is this screams "homemade nerd."
"Hmmmm….should I get double pepperoni and extra sausage…or should I get double sausage and extra pepperoni and a side of cheesy bread? Decisions, decisions."
You’d think that if he went through all the trouble to make a realistic Roman-era battle suit that he would at least take four minutes to shave his crappy 80s hipster mustache.
One thing the history books don’t teach you is that sweatpants and high tops were quite fashionable during the middle ages. (Merlin loved to rock the Jordan -MVIII’s.)
What kind of nerd wears…oh wait, this one’s hot. WTF?
Before a big LARP, some warriors like to meditate and free their mind of any thoughts of Domino’s Meat Lovers Pizza, anime, Yoo Hoo or anything else that might distract them on the battlefield.
Despite engaging in warfare in the middle ages with primitive weapons and rugged, homemade garb, LARPers always love to pose for the 20th century camera.
"I know I know, I left it in my mom’s minivan. Yeah. I didn’t know she’d need it, but she had to pick up my sister from the doctor. She said she’d drop it by on her way home. Can we just pretend I’ve got it on and start already?"
LARPing is hard work. As you can see most LARPers sweat when they act out their midieval fantasies. But to be fair, they also sweat when they eat, sleep, breathe, and have bowel movements.