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Imma make some larpers butthurt this morning. Y'all ready? Here comes a thread.
Read Concrete Jungle again. Pay special attention to the bit about the pre-fight, performative dance bit, like highschoolers flexing on the playground.
That's you, larpers.
Read Concrete Jungle again. Pay special attention to the bit about the pre-fight, performative dance bit, like highschoolers flexing on the playground.
That's you, larpers.
If you're suiting up in your stupid plastic shields and wannabe ren faire armor, and going out to brawl, you aren't accomplishing anything. You're not a warrior. Even the guys nominally on my side, you need to knock it off.
It isn't combat and you arent winning shit.
It isn't combat and you arent winning shit.
If you think that you're fighting the opening battles of the big igloo because you punched some commies or beat up some trump guys walking to their car, you're deluding yourself. All you're doing is soothing your own ego and impatience.
This isn't real combat, kids. This is like bronze age level, tribal conflict where y'all do ritual dances, make a lot of noise, and then go home after one or two people get hurt and both sides claim victory.
If you wanna see how that turns out, go read up on Shaka and the Zulu.
If you wanna see how that turns out, go read up on Shaka and the Zulu.
Real combat doesn't involve meeting each other in downtown and screaming first. Every time you go larp, you're betting your life that the other side doesn't decide today's the day.
Cause if and when that happens, god forbid, one side is gonna be caught unaware.
Cause if and when that happens, god forbid, one side is gonna be caught unaware.
I promise, if you're on the side that doesn't get the memo that it's time to start for real, bullets aren't gonna give a shit about your football pads. They won't matter if you're the idiot in the open who brought a horse dildo to a gunfight.
Plate carriers are great as a hedge against your own fuckups, but they don't make you superman. They give you a tiny edge when you're not quick enough, like Michael Phelps shaving his ass.
Helpful when things are even, but not gonna matter if your skills aren't up to par.
Helpful when things are even, but not gonna matter if your skills aren't up to par.
And bad as that scenario is, that first massacre when one side shows up to larp and the other is ready to start up for real is just the beginning.
In real combat, you only see the enemy when they fuck up.
If you run around all obvious, smart enemies watch and laugh.
In real combat, you only see the enemy when they fuck up.
If you run around all obvious, smart enemies watch and laugh.
Then when you're tired and go home, they hit you while you're isolated in a parking garage.
Or show up at your house.
If you're lucky and they're good guys you get black bagged and renditioned somewhere.
Otherwise you get murdered in front of your family, at BEST.
Or show up at your house.
If you're lucky and they're good guys you get black bagged and renditioned somewhere.
Otherwise you get murdered in front of your family, at BEST.
So for fucks sake, stop larping. If you're on the left, cool it with the burning and assaulting and shit.
If you're right, leave the commies alone to self-implode.
You're making shit worse, and you're making yourself a target.
If you're right, leave the commies alone to self-implode.
You're making shit worse, and you're making yourself a target.
