*tries to picture Blast in a chainmail loincloth, with a claymore and rum*

*pictures self in black great kilt, broadsword, one hand holding scotch and the other spiced mead*

Not sure which image is scarier. :P

Actually, I've heard through the grape vine that santiation has been a constant bugaboo for the organizers of the TRF. I guess the first couple of years, some people actually did get sick, and they've had to clamp down hard to get any kind of insurance at all.