So! It was early in the morning, and the lovely Miss Tiffany and myself were hanging out, when we decided that today would be a great day for hanging a swing. After hours of deliberation and thoroughly getting off topic, I found a good swing board, drilled the rope holes, and painted it up ("Courtesy of The Adherents of the Repeating Meme", because I was a little distracted, I fudged the suffix on our team name). It looked awesome, if I do say so myself.

After picking up Miss Selah, and calming down the mini-memes, we met up with Tirius and his girlfriend (who ought to be making a character soon), and jaunted off to hang us a swing. We ranged the bridge over the treacherous local backwoods, while stopping to look at the duckies, and investigated a large dead tree we thought might do the job; it was quickly declared a no-go by Miss Selah, due to the presence of spiders (she's being stalked by one, and hates them all), and so we moved on.

Drifting over to a nearby playground, we found a few nice trees, one of which Tirius was certain he could scale, and so he did, to great success, taking with him the lines for the swing. As soon as he found a perch, wrapping his legs around a pair of branches for super-stability, tied it up with a double-square knot on each (supposedly - our team suffers from an overlap of knot-tying skills and inclination to climb trees) and we tested it out with Miss Selah and Teagan, and it seemed to be doing just fine for sitting, but when she pulled back to swing on it (handing Teagan off to me, to negate the potential risk), the line frayed and snapped.

Lesson: camping-grade parachute cord may be 1000+ lb test, but it looses significant integrity when its frayed from working back and forth across a branch.

Conclusion: Swing was hung, swung once, snapped, and still hangs in a decorative capacity or as a SNIDE trap.