Mighty swordsmen, eh?

As I've mentioned, Simon is ditching us. But we were nice enough to let him play Munchkin with us once more before he left. So last Monday we invited him and two other guys (one, my colleague with a fascination for swords and a master at keeping his tongue).
My colleague brought with him his long sword and light sabre replica, and we couldn't resist having some fun with them. I have a sword of my own, Sting from Pakistan. And Love has a kiddie light sabre, which I'm sure he thought kicked ass until E showed up with his non-cheap edition. Oh, and Love also has a double katana, and a pirate gun replica. I'll show you! We had a mini photo session, and ended up with several silly photos, most of them not fit to view here.


Love pointing at Simon, who's pointing at me with the long sword and me pointing at Love with Sting (see left side). We totally failed looking serious though. As I said, very silly.



Love with two katanas, and Simon pretending to be bad.



In most of the shots, Simon looks just hilariously harmless (sorry, but it's true!), but here he looks kind of creepy. The sword is long, though. It looks so short here, but when I placed the tip on the floor, I had the other end right below my nose. It's a two handed sword, actually. Blunt, of course. Just like Sting.


Then came the industrial revolution and laser knowledge:

E: "Come on, you wuzz, you can't hit me, I'm a jedi master!"




Yes. We're big babies.