Well no...I am above being a highland Dasnarni elf of the glassenis clan with a plus 10 Dwarfen steel bow and a Jeriggian poison tipped dagger with plus 20 percent chance of critical strike upon which the enemy shall be stunned for three moves...*Cough*.
But in all seriousness I do not partake in live action roleplaying, and I'll put it to you this way. In the glory days of being 6-10 years old you spend long summer afternoons in the garden staging epic mock battles with toy swords and imaginary spells. When your fat and pathetic and a 30 year old virgin you say "I'm above acting like a child and playing around in the garden" because now you do exactly the same thing only you have to write a fucking novels worth of back story for your character and quest, you have to spend hours making rubber tipped weapons and tight itchy clothing each with a painstakingly calculated statistics sheet and you play out your "epic" battles by announcing each action, interacting with your equally depressing foes and/or comrades in some overly flamboyant manner and then you have to wait another ten minutes for every other sad goit in your party to do the same. And then after all that you fail to realize that medieval rpgs and tabletop games were invented to prevent humanity from doing that sort of crap
