The hallucinogenic qualities of boredom....
12 years ago I shared a house with two old school friends. As I have described elsewhere in various QOTWs, we were slobs who spent any spare time or money in the pub.

One Saturday two of us were sitting at home bored. We had no money or beer and neither would be arriving any time soon. We were so bored in fact that a scouting mission to the corner shop to see what our aggregate worth of £1.62 could get us was suggested. It got us a small pack of face paints and 12 pence. I'm still not sure why we bought them, If I'm being perfectly honest.

We lasted a couple of hours before we cracked them open, and within 10 minutes I was 'Saklar the Firegod'- my face ornately covered in red and yellow zigzags, and my house mate was 'Gooja, spirit of the forest', himself covered in green and black swirls.

We must of spent a couple of hours running around the house, commando rolling where possible or sliding down the stairs, all the while using our 'powers'. We even had the following conversation, which I shall take with me to my grave-

'How come you get to be a god, and I am just a spirit?'
'Because I wield the gauntlet of flame!!'
'Fair enough.'
(The gauntlet of flame was a tatty yellow duster I had tied around my wrist which apparently gave me unlimited fire-type powers. He only had a green and white checked tea towel as some kind of archaic cravat. I didn't do too much, but it did allow him to conjour 'a cooling moss' If my fire powers got out of hand.)

I must remind you that we were still completely sober at this point.

A few hours into our adventure, we started to flag and there came a point where we considered washing it off before our other housemate came home and never speaking of it again. We kept it on. We heard the key in the door and jumped him. He stood there looking at his two friends covered in facepaint, in a house that had clearly staged some kind of battle that, if not exactly between two warring deities, had still managed to knock some furniture over and break a lampshade. It didn't look good, he had that 'WTF?' look that meant our fun was over.

So imagine my surprise when mere minutes later, he was covered in brown and black scales and had transformed into 'Arbokai, lord of beasts'. He was still wearing his suit, and his tie gave him dominion over the beasts of land and air. Arbokai joined us in our titanic struggle that had now spilled over into the park outside. It was still daylight and we didn't care.

COMPLETELY. BLOODY. SOBER.

*Edit- in case this battle between imaginary beings seems somewhat one-sided, I feel I must point out that we agreed that due to the medium of photosynthesis, the more I used my Sun-godly powers, the stronger the Forest spirit became. To make it fair, like.

Also Looking back at it, I think that we had subconsciously hoped that someone else would turn up as we had a load of blue left over and maybe needed a water demon or something. I think that's why Arbokai couldn't control fish.
Edit over*
(FartThroughAWalkieTalkie wished you were dead in ditch on, Fri 26 Oct 2012, 8:28, 7 replies)

Oh man, this sort of unabashed silliness is so rare. Been years since I've been in a situation where everyone was in a mood for acting the fool.
(Ladyfingers is in your wardrobe,, Fri 26 Oct 2012, 9:17, closed)

I love this.

(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Fri 26 Oct 2012, 10:25, closed)

I heartilly approve of silliness
'Cooling Moss' LOL! :-)
( JamHamster My eyes, my beautiful eyes!, Fri 26 Oct 2012, 10:37, closed)

That's the spirit chaps...
...keep it up.
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(minimalist ..., Fri 26 Oct 2012, 11:10, closed)

:)

( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Fri 26 Oct 2012, 12:36, closed)

If this doesn't win
then the world will be a sadder place.
( doctordoctor I feel like a pair of curtains, Sat 27 Oct 2012, 9:41, closed)

i don't like this
i fucking love it.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Sun 28 Oct 2012, 16:05, closed)