Childhood war (play fighting) stories!

[ElijahRyne]

When I was ten, or so, my brothers and I would collect sticks from the backyard and play war. The rules were that if we get hit by a stick 2 times on the chest or once on the top of the head we lose. We had three lives, and we each had 3 hours to make preparations and train. We fought 1 on 1, and had the entire backyard as our war ground.

I made a plan. Even though I was the oldest of my brothers, I was the weakest. With few complete wins over my brothers. Occasionally I could take a life or two, but that was it. I was good at controlling their strikes when our weapons clashed. Previous fights had shown that my brothers preferred fighting in close range with 3-4 foot ‘swords’. In a previous fight, I had lost because my shoe came off my foot while I was in retreat, my brother threw the stick at my back and I lost. Why did I lose a shoe? Well, I could not tie them that well.

I had also found a stick that was about two feet in length and with a diameter of about 1.5 cm. It had a slight bend in the center. It reminded me of a bow. So, I took my dad's Swiss Army knife, and carved a ~4mm deep notch at the ends of that stick. I then took the laces out of my shoe and tied a knot on one of the notches. I realized that the lace was too long, so I found scissors and cut the other side of the lace to size. After tying the ends I had made a makeshift bow. I then found ~10 sticks that I thought would make good arrows. The bow was somewhat accurate, and it’s arrows moved fast enough to sting, but too slow to bruise.

My backyard was about 15 meters long and twenty meters wide. The door from the house to the backyard was where my brothers would start. I would start in the center back. Between us was a basketball hoop and about 13 meters. When the time started, I stood my ground in the center of the yard, and took an ‘arrow’ and fired. Chest shot, another arrow, and I won. On his second life, he charged at me. I missed my first shot but hit the rest. On his third life he managed to get close, I proceeded to kick up my foot with the laceless shoe. Which shot it flying. My brother was startled by the shoe, letting me gently tap him on the head with my bow. After watching the fight, my other brother resigned after failing to lightsaber away an arrow

 

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[Deleted member 51605]

I owned a bb gun. So anyways I started blasting and shot the windows of my dad's broken down van that he kept his old porno vhs tapes in.

 

[rain-090]

1st question, how the hell did you get the bow to work? I've tried to make one before and at best it only flew 5 feet

Also, spear > sword

 

[ElijahRyne]

1st question, how the hell did you get the bow to work? I've tried to make one before and at best it only flew 5 feet

Also, spear > sword

1. make sure the stick can bend without breaking. 2. Make sure that the string will not slip when pulling back. 3. Make sure that the bow can quickly return to shape after firing. Both the string and stick. 4. Get arrows that are heavier then the string, but lighter than the bow, make sure that they are long enough to touch the bows shaft when pulling back.
If you do that, the arrow should go about ~12 meters with no wind, 20 if the wind helps it, and 8 if it doesn’t.

Also, all sticks long enough to be spears were either to heavy, or unbalanced. Try stabbing with a spear that tries to go left whenever met with resistance or when the wind blows.

 

[BlackKnightX]

Moral of the story, always pick a gun in a fantasy world.

 

[Viator]

Once a friend and I decided to swordfight with metal pipes. (dumb I know.) At first it was friendly, but I kept rapping the pipe across the same two knuckles of my friend's hand on accident. Then he got angry and serious thinking I did it intentionally. He came after me swinging at full strength. I got him on the same knuckles again (on purpose this time) hard enough he dropped the pipe. He tried to tackle me, but failed as I just barely dodged, and he fell face first into gravel. He cussed me out and went into his house. I went home. He called me a week later to invite me over and didn't mention it. Never had a "swordfight" with him again. He did cuss at me more often though.

 

[ElijahRyne]

Once a friend and I decided to swordfight with metal pipes. (dumb I know.) At first it was friendly, but I kept rapping the pipe across the same two knuckles of my friend's hand on accident. Then he got angry and serious thinking I did it intentionally. He came after me swinging at full strength. I got him on the same knuckles again (on purpose this time) hard enough he dropped the pipe. He tried to tackle me, but failed as I just barely dodged, and he fell face first into gravel. He cussed me out and went into his house. I went home. He called me a week later to invite me over and didn't mention it. Never had a "swordfight" with him again. He did cuss at me more often though.

The ‘swords’ will slide, if you continue pushing forwards after they collide. I would suggest to your past self, to push up instead!

 

[Internet-Degenerate]

When I was about 10 or so, me and this other kid were being stupid and throwing sticks at each other in the middle of the school playground - kind of like dodgeball, but with sharp projectiles. Eventually, one of the sticks he threw stabbed me straight in the knee and broke off. Since things got real in that moment, we both decided to just stop. It didn't hurt, but my knee started to hurt when I bent it, so I tell this kid "I think a part of that stick is stuck in my kneecap," and he was like, "Aw, sick!"

So I hobbled off to the equivalent we had of a school nurse, covering my knee with my hand whilst I was walking. On the way there, I walked pass the principal and she told me "Walk properly! I've seen kids with broken legs walk better than that!" and I just thought, "Bitch stfu, there's a stick in my knee." I told the nurse there was a stick in my knee, but she said I was being silly and slapped a band-aid on it. I told my parents what happened and that there was a stick in my knee, but they told me I was being stupid. Over the next few days, I wouldn't shut up about how there was a stick in my knee, and that I was probably going to die because. They all told me I was worrying over nothing. They all said I was crazy. Eventually, I began to believe them.

About a month or so later, I was having dinner at my grandparents house. The point where the stick had struck had scabbed over, and there wasn't any pain when I walked, so I thought I was fine. I was scratching at the scab when suddenly I feel something pop out of it and onto the floor. I bend down to pick it up. It was a piece of wood about half a centimetre long, covered in what looked like my dead skin cells from the scab I was picking. I immediately look down at my knee, and saw that there was a pool of blood in a small hole in my kneecap. It was like I was looking down into a well filled with blood. I shoot out of my seat at the dinner table and shove the stick in my mum and dad's face, saying "I told you! I told you there was a stick stuck in my knee!"

That day, my dad beat me with his heavy duty extension cable when we got home.

 

[DarklyReadsBooks]

lol, me and my friends found stones and played "Baseball" it usually consisted at throwing stones at someone holding a wooden stick, whoever could hit the most stones won, but then it devolved into dodgeball... with rocks.

 

[ElijahRyne]

lol, me and my friends found stones and played "Baseball" it usually consisted at throwing stones at someone holding a wooden stick, whoever could hit the most stones won, but then it devolved into dodgeball... with rocks.

That’s how I sent my brother to the hospital for stitches…

 

[DarklyReadsBooks]

That’s how I sent my brother to the hospital for stitches…

Oh yeah, it ended with like 3 of us getting stitches, one of us falling into a stream and breaking his arm. One also broke his nose. but we KEPT playing!

 

[ElijahRyne]

Oh yeah, it ended with like 3 of us getting stitches, one of us falling into a stream and breaking his arm. One also broke his nose. but we KEPT playing!

Sounds about right, me and my youngest brother were playing baseball with bricks, and I managed to throw a pitch that hit the second youngest in the head….

 

[DarklyReadsBooks]

Sounds about right, me and my youngest brother were playing baseball with bricks, and I managed to throw a pitch that hit the second youngest in the head….

Wow! Nice shot!

 

[RepresentingCaution]

I vaguely remember playing "girls chase boys" or "boys chase girls," depending on who you asked, in kindergarten, but that got banned before I could enjoy much of it.

 

[Viator]

The ‘swords’ will slide, if you continue pushing forwards after they collide. I would suggest to your past self, to push up instead!

This is exactly what happened! ?