You know that Efoloma Isemoo means "Pointed Heart" in elvish and is not an anagram for "I'm a moose, fool."

You're flattered when someone refers to you as a "medieval dork".

It doesn't strike you as even slightly odd to see people running about in tunics, swinging foam swords, and painted strange colors.

Your garb is more comfortable than your mundane clothes.

You can think of several meanings for the phrase "Double Green."

You know that Mog is never drunk, just "abbreviated."

You've been killed by an anvil.

You've been killed by a gnome.

You've sung the Imperial Death March for the Romans.

You've sung "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" for the Narnians.

You've been barreled over by a legion of Romans, crossed blades with Vikings, and shared a camp with the Knights Templar.

You've dropped your weapons and charged into something akin to a meat grinder in order to prove yourself.

Backhacking someone is an acceptable way to start a conversation.

The person who just murdered you without remorse later becomes your best friend.

You think nothing of saying, "I was killed five times today" and then are surprised when people give you strange looks.

You are accustomed to the odd looks you get the day after a battle because you didn't get all your paint off.

You know exactly why it is a bad idea to shout "LEROY JENKINS!"

You know why Magnus of Taurendor is a hooker by training, yet does not have AIDS.

You call the world outside of Dagorhir "Mundania" and the people "Mundanians".

You think Mundanians are weird.

You've ever referenced Dagorhir in schoolwork.

"I can't, I have Dag today" is an acceptable excuse for anything.

If you shout "Chaos!", all of your friends not only know what it means, but will actually do it.

You've called people from the Society for Creative Anachronism "SCAtards" and think they're all a bunch of elitist pricks.

When playfully slapping a friend, you automatically call "Blue!".

Said friend will react by putting that limb behind their back, dying dramatically, or calling "Headshot!"

Killing Dominus is grounds for celebration.

You'll automatically discount someone for a relationship if they're not in Dag.

"My boyfriend is a Viking" can be a true statement.

You cringe at any mention of a Roman shield wall.

You wonder why your teacher gives you funny looks when you mention you couldn't do an assignment because you were at a battle that weekend.

Someone calls you "Dag Legal" and the first words out of your mouth are, "Not tonight, I'm busy."

"Dagowhore" is a valid word.

"Whorgrim" is a real person.

AIDS stands for Aratari Icythian Drow Syndrome.

You know where Aratari, the Wyvern Clan, and Taurendor are located, but you can't place Washington D.C., Puerto Rico, or Philadelphia on a map.

You've invented your own answer to "What does N.O.D. stand for?" since no one really knows.

Your English teacher will not retract her summer reading assignment simply because you're going to Ragnarok this year.

Your History teacher decides to study the Roman Empire this year, and you are very disappointed when neither Dominus nor Gurrundi's name shows up in the textbook.

Asking a corpse if you can borrow his sword, and expecting an answer, is perfectly normal.

The most effective way of insulting someone is along the lines of "My name is Devaryn. Blah blah blah. I have pretty hair. Blah blah blah."

You wonder why your parents get confused as you constantly refer to your friends by their Dag names.

You know why Blackhand calls us the NAACP of Dagorhir.

"God wills it!" is an acceptable reason for anything.

You know all the lyrics to "Your Brains".

You're only faintly amused when you see a horde of people painted green who are skipping around and singing "Forever Blowing Bubbles".

You always dread being part of a goblin charge.

You wonder why "Goblinoid" is not an acceptable race option on standardized tests.

You constantly draw up new garb and battle-stances during class.

You answer most questions starting with "Why" with "Because I can!"

Your schoolmates wonder why you've suddenly become very paranoid and have taken to carrying around a single green.

When approached with this question, you don't find it at all unusual to answer with "Because I don't want to get backhacked again."

You wonder why they start laughing about this perfectly reasonable method of self-defense and think they should take their fighting more seriously.

You keep forgetting that Mundanians don't know a trebuchet from a halberd.

You have to make a conscious effort not to begin every request with "I is can has".

You've made an entire unit lose the Game.

You've made an entire battlefield lose the Game.

You've made the whole of Dagorhir lose the Game.

You immediately get very defensive when someone suggests that you're a coward for wearing armor when fighting with foam weaponry.

You've made elaborate plans to show this person why you wear armor when fighting with foam weaponry.

Most of the funniest stories you've heard have been prefaced with, "So Nova and I were drunk at..."

You can differentiate between Nova and Nova.

Being a "Nob" is an honor.

You've participated in a "Beat-In" and were very surprised when someone suggested calling the police.

You wonder why people don't believe you when you insist that the orks always cook the best food.

You find the phrase "Dagorhir Superbowl" hysterically funny.

You know that the best way to piss off a Dagorhirrim is to call them a "LARPer" or a "Boffer-Fighter".

You wonder why Mundanians are not wildly envious when you mention that you know Graymael, Sirilay Innaniel, Mog Bonecutter, Alric of Drentha, Serraphym Lafeyette, Dominus or Blackhawk personally.

You know at least three people named Magnus.

You know that the phrases "Moose-Elf", "Fox Ears", "Elves in the trees!" and "Apple cider" all have something to do with Sirilay Innaniel.

Someone mentions Lord of the Rings in passing and you immediately think, "Oooh, new recruits!"

You wonder why people are surprised when they discover that Mog is married.

"Morg's going to Florida" is an acceptable reason to be up at 4 AM.

Your job is only something that pays for your Dagorhir expenses.

You actually know House Renor'ath's backstory.

You can differentiate between a "Dagorhir Girl" and a "Dagowhore".

You get angry when someone can't pronounce Dagorhir correctly.

You wonder why most people seem to spell it "Daggerhir".

You can quote at least one Monty Python sketch perfectly.

Black Knight references are perfectly appropriate when fighting spearmen.

"I'm a goblin/ork/drow/kobold, I'm supposed to do that" is a reasonable excuse for anything.

You're prepared for a violent response when using said excuse.

You've declared war on another realm.

You've made FaceBook stickers about Dagorhir.

You're more afraid of Mog drunk than of Vilkas with a red.

The thing you remember best about Graymael is that he carries all his weapons and a chair.

You've ever been asked by Mog or Nova if you wanted to be kidnapped.

You've ever been kidnapped by Mog or Nova without being asked and enjoyed it.

You've had "Property of Mog" written on you in permanent marker.

You've been hit on by older men and thought nothing of it.

You hit on jailbait and think nothing of it.

You think HitsTooHard is the most adorable thing ever and are thrilled when he comes to "visit" your realm.

You're disappointed when an editor didn't think HtH merited a spot in the paper.

You've tried to submit articles about upcoming battles to your school newspaper.

Your teachers and mundane friends have actually started understanding Dagorhir jokes because you talk about it so much.

A teacher's reprimands usually consist of, "Dagorhir's not until Sunday, please try and concentrate on class."

You wear some small article of garb to school--bracer, belt flag, etcetera--and try to show it off as much as possible.

You wonder if your dress garb would be appropriate for Homecoming.

Most of your "Cunnin' Plans" outside of a battle consist of showing up somewhere random in full garb.

"Gaper Delay" also refers to the weird stares you get when in public.

You've ever declared war on a car simply because they wouldn't stop oogling you on your way to a battle.

You've spent exactly two hours compiling a stupid "You Know You're in Dagorhir" list simply because you had nothing better to do.