Unfortunately, Roy Fitzgerald's idea for "live golf" never worked very well.
This is why golf and LARP don't mix.
"Dude! Check out my new black lightsaber!"
"Hey, have you found the ball yet?"
"He'll never find that golf ball... it's in my pocket!"
"Don't worry, he'll respawn in a minute... and then I'll whack him again!"
"Put some lame caption on this photo, and I'll hit you with the golf club too!"
"Do these robes make me look fat?"
"Want my autograph? Join the club. *evil laugh*"
"How long do YOU think he'll keep lying there? My money's on 2 hours..."
"Excuse me, have you seen my left hand lately? It must be around here somewhere."
"You just try and guess what my shirt says!"
"He didn't like my robes. What do you think of them?"
"See that wrapper on the ground? He threw that there. This is how I deal with litterbugs."
"This forest tastes terrible!" (Gilligan's Island reference.
)
"When I told him he needed to eat more greens, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind."
"There is a saying that you have to think like your enemy to defeat him...so this guy must be training to kill cows"
"I wonder what his items kept on death are??"