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What are your favorite fantasy sports?

rareruin

Acolyte
(note the list is not a limitation nor does it have to be an existing fantasy sport)
SPORTS:
0 gravity soccer
Quidditch
Robot Boxing
Tron
Poke battles
Card battles
Pod racers
Chariots (Yugi-oh)
Jousting (Pegasus) (mecha)
 

pmmg

Myth Weaver
I am not sure. Typically made up fantasy/scifi games take the form of stuffing a ball through a hole, and allowing a great deal of violence on the field while trying to do that. I prefer just about anything but that... But...I am not making up all the rules of a new game for a one off scene in a book. I see why it stands in a lot.
 

Insolent Lad

Maester
From my short story, Fair Games:

“There are dragon sports, I would assume.”
“To be sure. When I was young I would enjoy a bit of one-on-one air hockey. The idea is to keep the, um, puck from hitting the ground. That’s a point for the other dragon.”
“Puck?”
“Oh, we would use whatever was handy—sheep, knights, boulders. We’d toss them around for hours, though some hold up better than others. Once a sheep has been spiked into the ground it’s pretty useless.”
Grissol preferred not to ask about knights. Even in full armor, he suspected they would soon need replacement.
 

AdiofBali

Acolyte
Well, I made an original sport based on flying creatures in my novel. It's called "Kovesh Shamayim" or "Heaven's Conqueror." It's not legal complete yet, but I wrote what it looks like in play here:

He reached out with his mindcast, sharing the vision of a spectator to get a closer look.

It was a calculated aerial chaos. Teams of massive, red-skinned daiten-gu, a bigger ten-gu with long red noses, and smaller crow ten-gu dove and spiraled, fighting for possession of the ball of light. The daiten-gu acted as interceptors, using their bulk to block and tackle, while the crow ten-gu darted through the gaps, passing the ball with effortless grace.

The match went into overtime. A yellow-clad crow ten-gu wove through the defenders, chased by two angels and a daiten-gu. Seeing no path to the crown of light, she locked eyes with a distant teammate, a small putto, one of Cupid’s many baby-like clones.

She wound up for a throw toward the crown, then snapped her wrist at the last second. The ball arced away from the goal, sailing right past a lunging angel and landing perfectly in the putto's grasp, just as she was tackled by her pursuers.

The crowd gasped. The putto spun, pulling his arm back like an archer drawing a bow. With a fierce glint in his eye, he launched the ball. It soared across the field, bypassing the stunned defenders, and flew straight through the crown.

The ring flashed with radiant light. Trumpets blared, and the sky erupted in confetti as teammates surged toward the triumphant putto.

Galan severed the connection, returning to his own eyes as the crowd around him cheered.

I also have a much longer version of the scene in my Original Cut if anyone is interested. I also made some league and match rules too.
 
That one 'basket ball' game from Eldorado made me laugh the entire time the first time watching.
The idea that you could 'rig' the game by 'befriending' the 'ball' made me wheeze.

Quidditch would be fun but I'd be too motion sick to fly well enough.

Whatever the heck the bending 'sport' is called in Korra.
 

A. E. Lowan

Forum Mom
Leadership
Ours is based on a "real" game called Hurling, but ours is the Fae Edition. I use scare quotes because this is an Irish game, with all of the insanity and chaos that brings. And then we threw in a silly number of fae and let the games begin!

~~~
Deirdre beamed at the assembled court. “Who wants to play hurling?” She spoke in English for the benefit of their guests, her accent thicker than Ceallach’s, pausing occasionally over an unfamiliar word. Brian appreciated the effort. His Faerie Gaelic sucked.

The court erupted into cheers as Lana acted as interpreter—except for Aodhán, who seemed to suppress a groan.

Deirdre pointed at her son. “You’re playing. Don’t think you can wriggle out of it, this time.”

“As my dread lady wishes, I will obey.” He gave her a smile that to all appearances was the genuine article and bowed in place.

Brian leaned into Winter. “What’s ‘hurling’?”

Winter chuckled softly. “It’s my people’s attempt at publicly committing suicide. It’s an ancient Irish game, thousands of years old. No one knows if the Irish learned it from the faeries, or if the faeries learned it from the Irish.”

“Either way,” Aodhán cut in, “it’s a lot like lacrosse—have you seen lacrosse?—it’s like lacrosse and American football had an unholy Irish baby.”

“And forgot the protective gear.” Lana took a sip of her wine. “Even in Ireland, I hear that head protection has only been around about ten years or so.”

Ceallach looked quizzical. “Head protection? For hurling?”

Brian suppressed the panicked expression he wanted to direct toward Winter. He was going to die.

Ceallach didn’t miss it and laughed in a good-natured manner. “It’s just hurling. It’s not war. You’ll be fine, young Hero.”
 
Reading Lowan's fictional sport gave me a silly idea.

I have 'angels' (not actual angels but humans with angel wings and holy magic) in my story.
Just now I had this funny mental image of them playing 'laser tag' ... as a contact sport...
I'm pretty sure this idea also came to me because I played a segment of Dragon Quest 7 today that involved an 'angel' race.
Thankfully they don't play laser tag in their free time...
 
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