The Gathering 2000
First of all, a bit of a back story. Towards the end of my first year at uni, I was going to move in with a group of friends, one of whom we shall refer to as Mark (because it is his name, although he called himself "Ashleaf" for some gay reason). This Mark decided that he wanted to shag a girl we knew and as her house plans had fallen through, he decided that he wanted her to move into the house. Cue him calling a meeting behind my back of my other so-called "friends" and telling him that he didn't want me living with them. And they agreed.

Fast forward a few months later, and myself my friends are off to a Live Role Play Event (yes, I know...) in sunny Derby. We've hired a minibus and another friend is driving it with us and all our kit. To get on the bus, I have to go round to the house I was going to live in, where Mark was lurking outside fucking around with a knackered VW bus, and mooch around there for two hours. Mark was also going to the LARP event, but coming along later in his own car. So, we hang around for 2 hours, get on the bus and drive to Derby.

The following day, Mark turns up and I hear murmurings that he's been going round saying I vandalised his car, which I'd actually been nowhere near. Matters came to a head (literally) when he charged up to me outside a friend's tent, screamed "Keep away from my car, you fucking CRIMINAL" and brought a sword down on the top of my head. Okay, so it was a prop sword, but it still had a solid core. Even when you hit someone with one, you're supposed to pull your blow, so whirling one around your head and bringing it down on someone else's head with full force is going to cause some damage.

Sadly, I don't have any photos, but I now have a nice scar about 3/4 of an inch long just above my hairline.

Still, I got my revenge.

He was arrested for assault.

Bonza.

That WAS long, wasn't it?
(Iris_Wildthyme is three sheets to the wind, Sat 5 Feb 2005, 22:29, Reply)