Inside the imaginative world of LARPing
We spent a day running round the woods dressed as an apprentice scout
Sep 4, 2018 · 8 min read
The first thing I knew about a fight was a sword clanging against my shield, leaving me shaking like a gong that has just been struck. An arrow skidding past my feet quickly brought me back to reality, and I brought my shield up to deflect another blow. Somehow I had ended up in the thick of the action, with very little clue as to what exactly was going on, and very few skills to get me out of there. I got lucky as my wild swing with my hammer…

