I'm dressing in chain mail
And strapping on iron
May my courage not fail
As I face the fire
Across the field
Stare a hundred eyes
Ready to attack, or protect
The precious, the prize
At the appointed hour
We charge as one being
Colliding with a roar
Onlookers scarcely believe what they are seeing
Steel upon steel
Sparks are flying
Arrows fly in the mix
I kill without even trying
Quickly down
To smaller numbers
We form small groups
Hunting the survivors
I squint into the sun
As I stalk my prey
Those scurvy dogs stand no chance
For I am LARPing today!
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