MEDI 118 (Personal Story)

 The Reason:

I have chosen to write the personal story based on one of my hobbies. This hobby is called Live Action Role Play or LARP for short. It’s a mixture of Role Play and fighting that instead of being a computer game or paper based RP such as D+D happens in the flesh, in real time, often in costume! It uses foam and latex weaponry and spell cards as the basis of a combat system and although it may be viewed as dorky its great fun. It’s also a very good work out as it’s so immersive you often don’t realise all you have been doing is running around a field all weekend. The reason it appeals to me as a hobby and that I have chosen to write about it is because I am by nature an escapist and I love fantasy with a passion. Also LARP is very personal as some of my closest friends have been made at events, fighting side by side and having to depend on one anouther forms very close friendships being often more like a family. In short, I just think its awsome and very much a part of me!

The Story:

There were fierce screams filling the air as she ran through the lines. Part of her hated running and it was a rare sight to see but here things were different, here lives depended on her running.  She saw a flash of a tartan that she recognised and dipped in to grab the body.
“I’m going to drag you now, it’s going to be fine” She helped the man to his feet. He was a friend of hers and she placed her hand upon his chest and began to sooth his wounds, his chest was badly damaged but at least now he was out of enemy lines. She knew once he was on his feet he would return to ensuing maw but this was always the way it was. It was as he wandered off and she scanned the field for more of the fallen that one of her closest friends swaggered up looking war torn.
“I think you better look at this Fionn, it feels broken” The kilted man flopped his left arm in her general direction. She checked him for wounds and sure enough the arm was in a bad way but it wasn’t fatal and although it hurt to turn her friend down the battle orders were clear.
“Sorry Eric... All healers low on power have been given the order to save it for fatal wounds... I only really have about two shots left.”   She thumbed through an odd looking necklace and he nodded. He couldn’t wield his two handed axe so she instructed him to take the stick she had at her side and grabbed his pair of short swords unsheathing them very quickly.
“Can you actually use them lass?” He was a bit taken aback at the sudden weapon swap.  She chuckled at him and explained that of course she could use them. She was a dual wielder and used to use two short swords before they were stolen by raiding Drow, he nodded; she had told him before when they swapped their life stories. Sticking one finger in the air she leaned in a little closer to him.
“Plus I’m really bored and I want to hit go hit things, Fionn has had enough she can be angry now she’s not much use as a healer anymore. “ After she had finished speaking their fingers were lowered. They exchanged nods, darting their separate ways into the fray. Later she would drink and sing around the fire with all her friends but right now both parts of her brain just wanted to join the scrap.