Ho ho, there are several ways to answer this question I actually asked lol.

In character, it was probably the month before last. I actually had to write an english paper a few weeks ago and used this experience- let me just copypasta, muahah.

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The air is frigid, chilled by the depth of night and the moonless sky. I breathe out white mist that diffuses against the warm bodies of my companions, all as tense as I, hearts pumping adrenaline through our fragile veins as we wait in the stillness of the forest. Even a cursory glance at our numbers tells me this venture has been folly- we can’t possibly protect ourselves, let alone this sacred tree. I step backwards, my feet numb in my boots, shifting against the hummus with more noise than I would like. However, not to deep down, I know it doesn’t matter. I’m going to die here, along with everyone else. I can hear the ba-boom of Dominion footfalls in the woods, their armored boots pounding the earth to rock as they advance to kill what I will die to protect. I glance to my left. Kasia stands close to me, her eyes wide with the terror I refuse to let show in myself. Her hands are pressed against her stomach, spells waiting on her lips to pull back the soon to be fallen, if only to die again. She is my sister, not by blood, by loyalty- we are Frostwynnd, and while I cannot save myself I will do all within my power to save her. Kasia, the healer, is so much more vital than I, the assassin, any day. I grit my teeth as they enter the clearing, swords and axes held above their heads as they shriek death threats and battle cries, red and black burnt skin stretched taught over muscle. I take one more breath and draw my dagger, the weight familiar and comforting in my numb fingers. Suddenly there’s fighting, everywhere. It’s dark, but there are lights cast upon us and I can’t see through them. Blindly, I slash outwards, hoping to make bladed contact with the enemy and not a friend. A scream wrenches through the crowd, shrill and distinguished, and I freeze for nearly a second at the sound of it, shivering from either the temperature or the noise I don’t know. With that, the ref cries timeout, and I fall back on my haunches, breathing hard.

The ref informs us that Zia, the tree-winged Wynlyn has ceased to be alive. Krystal, Zia’s player nods and mentally prepares herself for the game on. He calls to Drago, who I notice is standing beside me, to take effect berserk. He calls game on, and Drago bellows like I’ve never heard him before, and lets loose a flurry of damage that sends the two closest people scattered to the forest floor. The rest of the group flees in terror, the circle is broken and all hope is lost. I stand my ground, but he hasn’t turned to me yet. I don’t give him the chance. While his back is still in mid turn I jam my dagger between his shoulder blades and he drops, unconscious. I only have sixty seconds. I briefly consider killing him now- we won’t make it out of here alive and it may be better to just let him die now, before he has to get slaughtered by the enemy. I’m ushered out of the way by the panicked group that’s running in circles, fleeing from itself. I turn around, but Kasia is gone. My heart drops into my feet and I choke, I’ve lost her. My one goal and I’ve failed. A sword cuts cruelly through my defenses and knocks me backwards, I cry out in mock pain and see not a Dominion, but a Troll smiling crookedly at me. I make a noise at it, loud and angry, but it isn’t words. I’ve lost my charge. I let loose a short flurry of slashes at it, but I’m no match for the beast and my most valiant efforts leave it barely scratched. I step backwards, tripping as I give up all hope and flee.

I only get a few feet before a particularly brutal blow sends me wheeling. I stumble, coughing up imagined blood as my knees buckle and I find myself on the ground. I look up desperately, trying to see the face of the one who is going to kill me. It’s the Troll, he smiles again before he cleaves my skull in two. I fall into the leaves before I realize the flurry of feet around me is dangerous, and I skitter to the side to lay down as a corpse. The Troll sits down beside me, admiring his kill. Another timeout, and I sit up to rub my arms. Being dead is cold work. I glance over past the Troll and see Kasia sitting next to Starry, the red panda girl. The ref tells us that a massive jolt of life rockets through the crowd from the tree. I breathe out and lie back down, shifting into a comfortable position. Game on. I don’t move. The Troll prods me.

“Leetle Brendy!” he yips, his voice high pitched and heavy with accent, “vake oop, leetle Brendy!” I hold still, even though I am certainly alive at this point.

He rocks back and forth, staring off into space, “Leetle Brendy, ees my pet, I vill keeps her vorever und ever und ever…” I utilize his momentary distraction to rock forward faster than I had realized I could and leap to my feet, running forward without even looking. I see and ally and skitter behind him, terrified.

“Nicu, we must go!” I cry behind him, desperate. He shakes his head, but I can see his hands shaking.

“Nay- I must stay. My brozzers still fight, I cannae leave zem to die like zis,” he slashes outward at a Dominion, I hide within my cowardice behind him. He casts a glance back at me, “Imbri, run. Ve are all going to die here, but ve vill die for nozzing. You don’t have to- go!” I take his advice, and bolt to the side. I get at least a hundred feet into the woods before a Dominion captain bursts forth from the shadows and strikes me down. I claw at the ground, spitting insults. My fingernails are full of dirt and everything is shaking from cold, but I spit at her feet. She grins wordlessly, delighting in my inevitable defeat.

“Nicu!” I shriek, hysterical, and she readies her axe above my neck, “Nicu, Nicu, Nicu-” I continue screaming, before the blade connects with my throat and all other argument is lost as I fall silent in death.

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Out of Character, the scariest shit that happened WHILE I WAS LARPING was Morsander, the October event. It was a huuuuge convention, the biggest of the year. When we walked into the city, it was like 11 at night so it was dark, and it was only my second event so I didn’t really know anyone. We did a short mod with a shade and it was fuun, but then we got dropped in the woods. So basically, what happened was, we walked outside, and staff said, okay, wait here. count to 100, and then go in character. So I closed my eyse, and counted to 100. When I looked up, everyone was gone. I was in the middle of the woods and I had almost no idea where I was. I was lost for hours, and I’m afraid of the dark. Well, being alone in the dark more specifically. As long as other people are around I’m fine, but alone? I was about to break down crying. It was awful.

Not while larping, month before last me and everyone in my house decided to go up to Murshank in Virginia since we’d never been. We got lost on the way up, drove around for hours and then got out because we thought we’d found the camp. We got lost int he woods for hours before we finally found the car again, and STILL couldn’t find that campground. We ended up sleeping in the car in sub zero weather. We all had to huddle together for warmth, piling on blankets and cloaks and costume stuff, and we were still all half dead the next morning. Absolutely awful.