As someone who's been in more than a few historical reenactments (okay, only two, but still), bagpipers are terrifying. Picture this:



You're tired. You're hungry. You're exhausted. You've been marching for days, and now there's an army standing across from you, made up entirely of brawny, half-naked, dress-wearing men. It's bizarre, and they're so incredibly confident that you wanna turn and run just looking at them.



Then this weird wail starts. You look around their army, but you don't see anyone smashing cats against hard things and leaving them to scream for their last moments. Instead, as your armies start marching towards each other, you see a few Scots who have no sword out. They've got a big red thing that looks like a stomach-- holy s**t, that is a stomach! What the f**k?! A-and they're just staring! They're marching and staring and oh God I can't get that out of my head! What are they?!



And then you get run through by another Scotsman who walked right up to you while you were staring in shock.



Anyway, yeah, terrifying.