So here’s the scenario. My dad does Black Powder Shotgunning, clay targets, and he goes to a club every month. Following me? Good. You’ll see what this has to do with the previous comment soon, though I can imagine you have a vague Idea where I’m going with this. So one day my dad decides. ‘Hmm. I think I might ask him to bring his Trebuchets out…’ So he does. He also brings bags of flour weighted for the treb. Queue about a dozen or more shotgunners lined up to the side of the firing trajectory. Take aim. Fire the bag of flour…
I swear, it was one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen. The repeated this procedure until it got dark, when the treb guy swapped to oil-soaked rags enclosed in chicken-wire, which equated to hurling fireballs accross the field. Altogether a wonderful day.
Excuse my rant, I thought you and the fellow xkcd-ians would find that immensly amusing.