because I just got back from a LARP.
It was a pretty standard (by Swedish standards anyways) fantasy LARP with humans and elves and orcs and stuff. The setting was a small village in the tiny land that the evil empire had conquered. Naturally there was a rebel alliance plotting to drive out the evil conquerers. I was playing a local merchant who secretly sold information on the rebels to the evil army, but due to the incompentence of the evil guys everything went to hell and I was executed by the rebel scum.
Then I came back as a vengeance seeking zombie and hacked down my killer before I was rekilled by some demon possessed dude.
Then I made a new character, a fantasy hippie, got drunk and almost laid by one of the orcs.
Remus: Harry... I'm a werewolf.
Harry: Are you fucking serious?
Remus: Well yes, but I don't see how that applies here.