I used to LARP a lot in Seattle. My clan, the Shadowguard, were small, but we were one of the elite clans in the group.
(I recall going to investigate a noise in our rear once, after a battle; rounding a corner in the trail, and finding myself facing the entire Clan of the Eye. They backed down.)
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Renaissance Man, Mystic Zen Biker, the Lone Groover, the Eternal Stranger, alone in a crowd, forever trapped on the wrong side of the glass