Bear with me, for the following you may read are a collection of stories that may feel dragged out of the chasms where common sense have no place, yet they existed and manifested.

I assume you may know what a Ballista is, right? Basically, it is a form of Roman catapult, like a gigantic crossbow that throws bolts. It was employed in siege operations as well as destroying enemy lines and formations.
Basically this: http://www.legionxxiv.org/catapulta/lrgballistacrew.jpg

Anyway, we have a ballista, a fully functional one, with which we even hit and penetrated a shield at exactly 380 meters.

Anyway, rewind time to one of our events, glorious event, inside an ex-Imperial star fort. We have a battle where we, the Romans, are to assault a barbaric palisade fort. The organizers wanted us to use the ballista as well in order to make a demonstration of how it works (we are the only group in Romania who has a functional ballista, go figure).
We were reluctant, for obvious reasons, but in the end, we had to use it.

Flash forward, we set up the ballista in front of the palisade, and fire. The bolts stick themselves into the walls and the gates. The public adores it, but I am sure the poor barbarians on the other side were cringing.
Anyway, visualize this wide barbarian palisade made of wood, with a respectable gate, one that somehow has a gap in it.
The Ballista fires again, and this time, the bolt somehow magically passes right through that gap. A collective "Oh my fucking God" moment was shared between the around a hundred reenactors and the few thousand tourists as a morbid silence installed.

No scream was heard, so we continued our battle like nothing happened. We later find out the bolt penetrated a stone wall and stuck itself there, leaving a crack where it once were. Now the organizers banned us from bringing our Ballista to future festivals in that place.
"But we fucking told you, plebs" moment.

Anyway, here comes another event where we bring our Ballista for demonstrations. We set it up to fire at a bunch of haystacks. Imagine a deep mound of hay in which the big bolt would safely land and no harm would be done. Yeah, sure. We fire the ballista, and the bolt flies exactly a few centimeters above the stack of hay.
Yeah, thank you, God, or Satan, Jupiter or Hades.

We then searched for the bolt around the stack of hay, only to find nothing. We venture a bit forward only to see that a few meters behind the stack of hay was a valley with a village, houses with their yards stretching everywhere.
Imagine playing fetch with your dog and throw the ball into a bush, your beloved dog runs into that bush only to never return. Worried, you go investigate only to see that your dog turned shishkebab. http://www.marcussamuelsson.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/9614317_227ca2e5a8_z-640x320.jpg

Unfortunately, nobody, or nothing, was hurt.

But wait, there's more.

Another event, we fire the ballista. Somehow... we mis-calibrated, and the bolt flew, flew away and landed through someone's outdoor bathroom.
Nobody was in the bathroom, but the bathroom was kinda... no more.

Anyway, it is fun.
What's funnier is that the people around here takes this sort of shit like it's some everyday happening. They don't seem to give any fucks. That's Transylvanian for you.

Speaking of Transylvanians...

We have this tradition here, especially around Christmas... Some kind of family bonding tradition in which we get a pig, and butcher it. Like, slice its throat, bleed it down, burn it, then use every single thing of it, meat, fat, organs, blood especially, skin, for food and other stuff. Brutal, gory and blood-filled tradition but it's here for centuries and PETA has no power here.

Anyway, there is this dude all right who wants to participate in this tradition, like every year. He has this big fat pig. He wants to kill him but he did not want to see him suffer. So what does he do?
Simple, he takes a gas pipe, shoves it down his throat, and fills the pig with gas, making him unconscious so he won't suffer. This guy must have been a relative of Hitler, I tell you.

Anyway, this guy gassed the big nicely. What does he do next? Simple, he follows the tradition by the book. He prepares a stack of hay, sets it on fire and throws the pig over it...
You see what's wrong in the equation? Well, that dude most certainly did... After the fucking pig exploded and his parts flew into the air.

Imagine being his neighbour, wanting to have a grill, a barbecue with your beloved family only to discover that you forgot to buy meat. But... Out of a sudden... a pig head lands right on your grill saving your day! That's God's work there, I tell you.

So yes, life here fun.

Also, I was not sure what rating was I supposed to give this. But considering children participate as witnesses (at the very least) to all the above mentioned stuff, I guess general is okay.
I remember I was around... five when I had my first pig butchering. lol.