Funny stories from our lives.

I'm into historical reenactment of the Middle Ages, where people sew historical clothing, make or buy historical armor and weapons, and at festivals, they test all of this on themselves and each other (please don't confuse this with Tolkien fans). All my stories will be related to reenactors or role-players (who don't always have historically accurate outfits and use rubber/wooden weapons). So, here's story #1. There's a reenactment order called the Templars. They recreate something between a knight and a monk, and for show, they learned a few prayers in Latin:smile16:. And one Sunday evening, after a festival, the Templars missed the last train to Moscow. Since everyone had to go to work or school in the morning, they decided to walk, figuring they'd reach Moscow by 6 a.m. So, they're walking, and after a while, they come across a cemetery. They could have just walked past, but no – they decided to see what those lights were. It turned out that a bonfire was lit in the cemetery, and some local Satanists were doing something un-cemetery-like. The Templars didn't immediately reveal themselves; they decided to play a prank. Half an hour later: The Satanists are sitting around the fire when about two to three dozen knights in full gear emerge from behind the tombstones, draw their swords, and, shouting "In the name of our Lord, we will drive out the unholy!", slowly advance on the Satanists, chanting a prayer in Latin in unison. That night, the Templars were convinced that with enough motivation, a person can develop not only the first but also the second cosmic velocity. And the Satanists were never seen at that cemetery again – people from other orders specifically visited the cemetery at night, but they didn't meet anyone.