This Troper loves cargo pants. He often has anything any friend asks for, and has even brought along a first aid kit one time, bordering on CrazyPrepared.

You should totally take along a small, plastic kitchen sink, so if anyone wants to be a smartass and asks for a sink- "Ta-dah!"

This Troper's backpack. More specifically, what happens when you remove laptop/books/folders/binders from it. There's probably more paper on the bottom than in the binders, arranged like its geology 8I

It's amazing how much you can fit in a pair of baggy pants. This editor once went to the cinema with a group and was unaware until everyone sat down that her brother had smuggled in twelve cans of Coke in various pockets. Watching the cans being removed with mounting disbelief was arguably more entertaining than the movie.

That brings a new meaning to clown (car) pants.

This troper has managed to smuggled a two liter bottle of soda and a box of Little Debbie snacks into a theatre in his pockets.

This troper tolerated the third ''PiratesOfTheCaribbean'' film by sneaking in eight beers in a ski jacket in ''July.'' ConspicuouslySelectivePerception, possibly.

This troper went to a movie for a friend's birthday party, and proceeded to be utterly confused when the friend's parents snuck in a brown paper bag with enough candy and coke cans for the friend, his parents, his sister, his sister's friend, his sister's friend's brother, myself, and one other guest. I can't decide whether the bag was too small to hold all the items, or too big to actually be hidden without noticing. It has to be one of them, though.

This troper once fit a DS, 12 DS games, 6 GBA games, a GBA, 1 GBC game, 4 cans of Dr Pepper, a Wavebird GCN controller, 5 GCN discs, 3 [=DVDs=], and last, but in no way at all least, a dictionary in their pants. All at once. For a party. .

Ever seen a hard-back copy of ''AtlasShrugged''? This troper has carried one in her pocket befor. (Just because she could.)

This troper only agreed to go see the third Twilight movie because her friend was going to attempt to smuggle in an entire pizza, complete with box. And it worked. The only possible explanation is that nobody really cared, because it was a garlic pizza and thus had a very strong scent.

In a similar example to the previous one, this troper's friends are often surprised how much fits in her purse.

This troper's boyfriend, after seeing her pull three water bottles, four bags of candy, one footlong sub (seriously) and a hardcover book out of her shoulder bag, actually dubbed it the BagOfHolding.

Considering how small one troper's purse is, this can get to the point of comedy. Her mother, who has diabetes, similarly often gets gapes at how much she can fit in her (larger) bag.

This troper's bag can usually be counted on to have at least five decent-sized books, a radio-sized Ziploc bag of colored pencils, a can of soda, a book-light, a CD player, a CD case... The list goes on. It's a bag about the size of, say, a medium-sized computer monitor in width and height. It doesn't bulge.

This troper somehow managed to sneak five or six bags of cashews into a 'no food/drink' concert despite being frisked by security for having baggy pants.

Same here. After producing at least six items in a scavenger-hunt-style party game in which only things one actually had on one's person could be used, a member of the opposing team incredulously remarked that this troper's pockets were "like MaryPoppins's freaking carpetbag!"

And, same here. This troper feels like Gimli whenever going through airport security. Especially considering the typical outfit of cargo pants, trenchcoat, and laptop backpack.

This troper has gotten a little bit better, but used to be able to fit several pens, wallet, cell phone, two sets of keys, ID card (with a third set of keys), a can of Coke, two bags of chips, and a kicking, screaming cat, if small enough, in his pants. The fact that he now has to use a coat thanks to winter makes it ''much'' more interesting.

Why the hell was a screaming cat in your pants?!

She couldn't wait for him to take them off.

This contributor was playing an RPG at a friend's house and was told that my character couldn't possibly carry around a Colt 45 without everyone seeing it. The next week, about 2 hours into the game, I pulled a replica 1888 Colt 45 out of my pocket and asked why my character (in an 1895 setting) couldn't do the same.

You earned yourself a CrowningMomentOfAwesome right there.

This editor likes to play similar tricks, though he leans more toward the improbable types of items than amount, with his favorite jacket, which has surprisingly deep inside pockets. At any given time, the pockets have contained: Two notebooks, a paperback novel, 3-5 pens, combs, a six-head screwdriver, measuring tape, a camera, batteries of varying sizes, a passport, maps, a tape recorder with extra tapes, gloves, sea shells, Ninja headband, plastic grocery bags, a 12-oz bottle of soda, and headphones, all through a combination of being CrazyPrepared and just never cleaning out the pockets. His friends at one point started referring to it as his "Utility Belt."

Sadly, with the onset of summer, he's had to abandon said coat and make do with a small pack. He has not yet figured out its capacity, but plans to push it to the logical limit.

This troper recommends Googling the phrase "Photographer vest" and checking out the local army/navy surplus store(s?) in your area. At one point in high school, the only reason he needed a backpack was to carry around textbooks; the eight or so pockets contained all the school supplies (notepads, pens, pencils, erasers, etc.) and necessaries (tape recorder, extra tapes, paperback book, binoculars, etc.) and in a much less-encumbering manner. He misses that vest ''so much''...

This troper once played in a d20 Modern campaign where the only items allowed were those you could reasonably fit on your person and bring to the session. One backpack, pair of cargo pants, and duster later resulted in one smart hero.

This troper had a dearly-departed jacket with some fairly impressive Pockets Of Holding. She once surprised a friend on a visit to his house by procuring a home-made lunch (and a bottle of soda) from them. Of course, their depth, and the eccentric nature of their contents, lead to many a RummageFail on her part.

This troper has turned the trenchcoat schtick into a running joke. I've taken to placing a selection of random items in the pockets of various coats simply so they can be pulled out in the unlikely event that they're needed. Items include: A spoon, yo-yo, passport, camera, ball of string, safety tape from a cinema projection room, duct tape, a water bottle, a hip flask, pencil, hair gel (I don't use it myself), bicycle safety lights, paperclips, elastic bands, endless supplies of gum and a cuddly hedgehog. Often heard is the remark "Why do you have a... oh, yeah, nevermind"

A hedgehog?

A ''hedgehog''?? Marry me. Now.

Similar situation for this troper. She has kept glow in the dark puffy paint and a yoyo ball in previous purses.

This troper often does things like that, as nearly all of my clothes have some kind of pocket. The prime example is from my friends cousin who ALWAYS wears a coat with many, many pockets, with everything he could possibly need. One time he told a kid he would give him all the change in his pockets if he got him a cinnamon bun at the cafeteria at school. The kid does, and as soon as all the pockets are empty, 31 pennies, among other, sundry items.

This troper and her friend had stopped at [=WalMart=] to buy candy and energy drinks before a movie -- the cashier who rang them up told them that he had snuck two two-liter bottles of soda, a large pizza, and a half-gallon carton of ice cream into a movie once, hiding it underneath his coat. This troper didn't believe it at first, but after reading about the truth in television, she is not so sure the cashier was lying.

This troper carries a large bag along on trips that, if he packs it right, can hold every entertainment device he feels necessary, making his parents occasionally ask if he thinks he's going to be away from home for a long time. (For shorter excursions he uses a smaller tote bag that still has impressive carrying capability.)

This troper encourages the use of solar-powered battery rechargers on such trips, as they also double as sun shades if your family travels through environments like those found in the American Great Plains or Southwest: hot, mile-after-mile of terrain that would bore a geologist to near-catanoia in less than an hour).

This troper refers to her purse as "the TARDIS purse" for precisely this reason; on an average excursion to the mall, it will generally contain a bottle of soda, a sweater, her Palm Pilot, her iPod, the case for her iPod canalphones, all the miscellaneous junk she keeps in it for reasons of being CrazyPrepared, and possibly also her purchases (depending on what they are); this makes it a bit cramped and hard to fish out any one thing unless it's in an outer pocket, but it will still generally have plenty of space. And all this with dimensions (excluding depth) comparable to that of a standard-size piece of printer paper.

This troper is capable of fitting a scary amount in his bag. Usual loadout is one or two spare bicycle innertubes, bike pump, puncture repair kit, folder with paper and character sheets, pens, markers, MP3 player, headphones, camera, batteries, spare parts for headphones, change of accessories, disposable heating pads, multitool, penknife, bike lights, torch, recent receipts, and some things he can't remember. As well as a copious amount of space for MORE stuff.

This is also evidenced with any luggage, which contains ludicrous amounts of stuff for the size.

Psh, tell that to this troper's family, the only thing we ever pack in suitcases is clothes, and they barley fit! I think we got gypped and got the kind that's smaller on the inside instead of larger

This troper takes a more specialised angle on the matter than most, a certain jacket enables the carrying of a 24 crate of beer. That said standard equipment is three hairbands, wallet, chapstick, phone, mp3 player, pen, notepad and pocket watch. (the last two being vital for zombie apocalypse survival, one contains a more detailed plan and basic survival information, the other is wind up because frankly were going to need some kind of time measurement in the dead future)

One guy I know seems to be immensely rich and never without cans of cola (sometimes Coke, sometimes Pepsi) in his locker. One time, nowhere near his locker, he asked me if I wanted one, I said yes, he did ''something'' with his hand and a can just ''appeared''. It didn't look like there was one in his pocket, either.

This troper suggests that you treat him nicely and never, EVER play any kind of card game with him unless he agrees that the only shirts he wears will be sleeveless.

That won't work, at least it doesn't on ThisTroper. Pulling a romantic version of this trope, I once hid 6 roses and a fairly large package of chocolates all over my body. The roses were dethorned beforehand (lucky for me). I asked my girlfriend to close her eyes and each time brought out a rose, culminating to the chocolates. All in a sleeveless shirt and cargo pants.

This troper and her three friends once snuck 3 20 oz. bottles of soda into a movie using only ''her friend's mother's purse''. And the staff didn't look twice. It was pretty awesome.

This troper has a vest with lots of pockets. For one meeting of his school's anime club, he managed to bring 5 DVD box sets, 2 20oz soda bottles, a pack of microwave popcorn, and a couple candy bars.

This troper's dad refers to her purse as "The Hagrid Purse", not only because of its enormous size, but because it has awesome enormous zippers. One time at choir practice she astonished the other altos by pulling out a full makeup bag, a paperback copy of AnnaKarenina, paperback copies of the first two books in the SongOfIceAndFire series, a sketch pad, a full-size legal pad, a DS, and a Zune (the deck-of-cards-size one) out of her purse while questing for a pencil. She has also smuggled three 20 oz. pop bottles, a bag of chips, and at least three boxes of candy into the movies on more than one occasion. Huge purses are the ONLY way to go.

Honey, there is no ''way'' he calls that The Hagrid Purse because of its size. You'd have to be Hagrid's strength to LIFT IT!

This troper used to have a winter jacket that had pockets which ripped, but said pockets led into a liner which solidly connected to the jacket, basically making one gigantic pocket. This troper specifically never told his friends about this until a particular winter trip, where it became obvious after pulling out extra sets of gloves and other such winter clothes (this troper figured it might be colder than his group was anticipating) as well as pencil and paper, yummy snacks, and ''a book'' that ''very'' clearly couldn't possibly have fit in a person's pocket. Possibly other stuff, too. That's just this troper's memory. This troper has also crammed so many things into his various lockers and desks throughout school to lead people to believe his storage areas were violating the laws of physics.

This tropers jackets are all enormous, with lots of pockets, some of them hidden inside other pockets. We call them hammerspace armor. Naturally, whenever I have to retrieve something from the deepest pockets, I say "Stop! Hammertime!" The usual loadout includes rolling tobacco, various knifes, small tools, duct tape, the equivalent of a first aid kit, vodka, notepads, small exploding things, batteries, and rarely (when I'm feeling stupid) a machete. CrazyPrepared and proud of it.

This troper advises a switch to penknives and belaying pins for weapons, unless you're expecting zombies. In that case, he suggests investing in liquid nitrogen spray, and at least a day's practice in proper storage and retrieval techniques.

The machete is usually for bets to see I can take ring it to someplace without it being found. The real weapons are the multiple knifes on the pants pockets. Lately I've begun also carrying books, a cellphone charger, various water bottles, and deodorants. Yep, I've bought a bigger jacket : D

ThisTroper's pants tend to serve this function. At one point, I stuffed an entire 12 pack of sodas into two pockets. Among other, weirder things, including phones (like, house-phones), CD cases, hardcover books, paperbacks, and a ninja headband.

ThisTroper plays in a ''StarWars'' RP that runs mostly on RuleOfCool and has no real limits to what you can carry, and with players are capable of inventing or customizing their own weapons. The standard load-out for a character is a rifle or some other "main" weapon, a couple of pistols or other sidearm(s), a plethora of wrist-mounted weaponry, a presumably infinite number of grenades of ''multiple types'' and other explosives, at least one melee weapon, a variety of tools and gadgets (some of which may be ''mounted'' on the aforementioned guns) and of course all the ensuing ammunition for these in probably infinite amounts. This doesn't count for when heavy firepower is needed, and characters will often lug chainguns, anti-tank rifles or missile launchers ''in addition'' to all of their normal arsenal.

If this is a LARP, please share the knowledge of prop construction and costume assembly that will allow such things!

No, it's a Forum RP. But if it ''was'' a LARP, I'm sure our players would find a way to carry all those guns and things, they are ''that'' determined to have a whole lot of guns. I'm sure the sheer discomfort and weight would not stop them at all.

I get this with one of my characters on the StarTrek Rping site Star-Fleet.com, Who despite uniform orders, wears a huge trenchcoat that so far has contained three revolvers, a bandolier of grenades, a spoon, a tuning fork, a hairbrush, a screwdriver, two small medkits, 17 pens, a persons skull, an ipod, a spare pair of shoes, nunchucks, brass knuckles, a psp, a compass, a fob watch, a pair of night vision goggles, motorcycle goggles, a bandana, a rocket launcher, and an endless supply of lollipops. He tends to be a very popular character with other members...

Please let us know what happens when he meets Q. "Finally, a human who respects his species' traditions of only owning what he can carry, mated with 24th century technology to allow him to carry not just his living quarters, but the adjacent weapon store and ration depot..."

I personally want to see how much I can fit on me while I'm wearing my sweater with two pockets, coat with two big pockets, one on the inside and one on the outside, shirt with a pocket on the front, and most importantly, my pants with two front pockets, two back pockets, ''and pockets inside the pockets''. I've also wanted to see how much I can put in my sleeves. I mostly want to see how much I can fit in my sleeves to see if I can get a giant roll up paper with Giygas on it.

Check your local library or bookstore in the section on "stage magic". In between the books on card tricks, a rare few tomes talk about adjusting your costume to achieve various effects, most notably installing undetectable pockets. You'll make your local amateur costumer very happy... as long as their 'day job' doesn't involve searching you for homeland security purposes.

this troper has a fondness for purses that are deceptively large. People often stare when I start emptying out my purses, due to the sheer number of things I manage to cram into them.

This troper used to wear cargo pants and had at all times candy, one or more novels, a sharpie, a small multibit screwdriver, and a Swiss Army Knife on hand in the various pockets. Sadly, my last several jobs have declared cargo pants to be absolutely verboten. Since then, my hyperspace arsenal has moved to my old black backpack. It's allowed me to carry a good bit more. Friends are amazed at how damned heavy the thing is, and my ability to find whatever I'm looking for in it in less than 30 seconds.

This troper has a tendency to stuff all his clothes full of stuff. He then got a jacket that can also be stuffed. I've once walked around with two 0.5 liter bottles in one pocket of the jacket, another 0.5l in the other pocket, a DVD case and a paperback pocketbook in a third pocket. Another time I walked around with 0.5l in my right cargo pants pocket and another paperback in my left pocket. While this troper never is thristy enough to test, I estimate I could fit around 7 0.5l bottles, one DVD case, and two pocket books without really filling space. This troper will have to experiment soon.

This troper once impressed a schoolmate by removing from one pocket of her bag:

House keys.

Homework diary.

Mobile phone.

Small box of feminine hygiene products.

Empty water bottle.

Wallet.

Old edition of the school newspaper (folded up)

Numerous pieces of miscellaneous paper.

This troper has a coat with large pockets. One day she got bored and managed to stuff said pockets with her school ID, laundry card, two sets of keys, cell phone, wallet, two pencils, a pen, her iPod, a comb, a brush, a notebook, two paperback novels by TerryPratchett, a bag of lemon drops, and two 23-ounce cans of iced tea.

This troper's school uniform leaves the men with a very large number of (spacious) pockets: 7 on the blazer, 2 on the shirt, 5 in the pants, and 1 ''in the tie''. He has personally wowed friends by pulling out of his pockets: an iPod, noise-canceling headphones, paperback novels, a Gameboy Color, multiple assorted Gameboy cartridges, 8 pens, 5 pencils, 3 erasers, lumps of wax, paintbrushes, multiple wallets, large amounts of cash not connected to said wallets, spare socks, school ID, shoelaces, yarn, shaving razors and foam, and a leather-bound carrying case for computer tools. He's not even going to ''touch'' on the enormous camping/hiking backpack that he takes to school everyday, which weighs roughly that of a small child, and could quite conceivably conceal one, too.

Any wallet that ends up in this troper's possession ends up this way very rapidly. It's like having a time capsule in her pocket.

This troper is fond of coats with many, many pockets for this reason. He also used to be a boyscout-cue the winter camping trip in which he emptied them of several pairs of gloves and ear/head warmers for those who had forgotten them, some heating packs, several knives and multi-tools, a large box of matches, several books (two hard back, three paperback), some ziploc baggies, four flashlights of varying sizes, two sixteen ounce bottles of coke, and a collapsible telescope.

In my schoolbag (which is a shoulder bag, a medium sized sports bag) i can fit; five or six A4 schoolbooks, a large pencil case, A6 notebook, A5 notebook, doodle book, lunchbox (about the size of an A4 piece of paper), a paperback copy of Inkheart (all of over 500 pages) and several [=CDs=].

And let's not go into the 500,000,600,234 pieces of scrunched up paper and bus tickets I've got in there.

I saw a demonstration once where a guy, wearing only baggy cargo pants, a hoody, and a coat with a suprising amount of pockets... ran around the track for two laps, completly normally. No bulges or anything. He pulled out 19 different pistols, six revolvers, two sawed off shotguns, a hunting rifle (not fully attached, but he remedied that in a few seconds), and an assault rifle (again, he had to quickly assemble it after removing it) along with a few dozen magazines of ammo. This was to explain why cargo pants, hoodies, and jackets with more than three pockets were banned at my school.

On a less extreme note, the jacket I got for soccer has some interesting pockets. Along with the normal ones, it has a zipper in the back where you can store a an absurd amount of things in it (you unzip it then only monogram the inside, so it isn't itchy. The monogrammers didn't know that), but it covers the entire back of the jacket, so the material would probably give out from the weight of textbooks before I ran out of space, so I can't use it as a backpack substitute. Also, the sleeves of my jacket have pockets in them perfect for, as my mom thought, drug running. I personally think they would be kickass ways to carry around pistols if, you know, I wanted to carry around guns to school. Which I don't.

This troper is curious as to exactly what you'd be doing to wield so many weapons and still be dangerous, and how just the ''one or two'' guns you could fit in those three pocketed jackets would be any less of a serious danger.

Well, having all those guns would be much better for a prolonged siege, along with the fact having an assault rifle and a normal rifle would give you a leg-up over the cops handguns, if you wanted to shoot up the school. And while, yes, you could store pistols in my jacket and pull them out from hammerspace, it would be impractical for anything besides surprise; it would be easier to draw them from normal pockets, especially considering the way the zipper is made on the jacket makes it hard to unzip it (with one hand) while actually wearing it. Basically, the school wanted to stop people from being able to A: carry large weapons to school (concealed) and B: being able to carry large amounts of weaponary to school. The demonstration was kind of stupid, I admit, but really, my school will do anything to justify the stupid rules they make.

I don't think it's so much that you can carry all of the weapons, but rather, "if he can carry ''that much'' and pass for normal, one or two guns would be nearly impossible to detect."

This troper, when camping and hiking, wears cargo pants. He carries within said pants of holding:

7 pocketknives (yes, I have seven.)

1 flashlight (and another on my head.)

1 bottle of 98% DEET bugspray (which can kill anything when burned.)

1 pad of paper, 2 pens, and 3 pencils (and four calling birds :))

6 hand warmers and 4 foot warmers

One (very tightly packed) wind breaker/light jacket

2 packs of SPF 50 sunscreen

3 sheets of GameFAQs character battle brackets (for going over to make bets next year.)

And a Partridge in a Pear Tree.

This troper did a nativity play recently where his character carried millions of 'sonic spy' gadgets. His pockets were full of sonic spy calculators, communicators, cameras (which were blatantly everyday phones etc.). Not only did he occasionally get them mixed up on purpose, there was one point where he lifted his hat to reveal the small puppet sheep (sonic spy sheep!) hidden within.

A ''nativity play?!'' This troper wants to go to your church!

This troper's friend has a purse that is now known as the Magic Bag, because no matter where she is there always seems to be food in it. Named during a week at a youth retreat - during the afternoon sessions after lunch, this troper would look over and see her eating a cheeseburger or a burrito that she had seemingly pulled out of nowhere. What made it funny wasn't just the fact that she had snacks, but pretty much an entire meal hidden in there.

This troper has ''two'' hyperspace arsenals. One in a jacket, one in a car. Once, when going to a funeral, there was a grand total of three rolls of tissue paper (in case anyone was crying) hidden in the pockets. At one point even people I didn't know were going "Where the hell are all these tissues coming from?" The car is ''much'' more impressive, constantly serving in the latest CrazyPrepared game of XanatosSpeedChess. "Prepared for ''anything'' doesn't even begin to cover it.

This troper's hyperspace arsenal ''is'' his car (a Toyota Yaris). It has actually been nicknamed the TARDIS-car. It looks rather small, but feels very spacious on the inside.

I have some sort of obsession with naming things.How about the CARDIS?

Original troper here. You, sir, are a genius.

This is exactly the reason why I want to get a campervan. Massive space.

This troper and her sister once wrote ''FinalFantasy'' fanfic in which they ''explained'' the hyperspace luggage. Each member of the party had a small backpack that could hold lots of stuff without becoming any bulkier or heavier. In addition, these packs each came with a sleeping bag that could be rolled up and stuffed inside and would ''not'' disappear into hyperspace -- just to keep bandits from realising that it was a hyperspace backpack. This troper was 12 years old at the time, and it was her first experience with a video game RPG, so she didn't know at the time that it was a trope.

This troper once declared his backpack a bag of wonders after fitting 2 live chickens, a bottle of water, a box of crackers, 4 hardcover books, 3 bottles of soda, his laptop, a shaving kit, 4 large zip lock bags of halloween candy and half a giant lobster costume inside it. Admitedly, the chickens had to sit on top of it and this tropers hat, but the look of amazement on his friends faces was worth being pecked on the head several times. The same backpack actualy beat Boston airport security, because after coming back from England, this troper spent 10 minutes trying to take all the books he had bought overseas and didn't want to ship back(they totaled soemthing like 250, with 70 of those coming back with me directly). Eventualy, after 30 books, the bag checker gave up and handed me back the backpack, saying (I Am Not Making This Up) "Congradulations kid, you beat the U.S. Goverment. Now get the #$%^ out of here."

I think this story deserves a spot on the CMOA page.

Not to mention the TroperTales/NoodleImplements page. What the hell were you going to do with 2 live chickens and half a giant lobster costume?! Come to that, there ARE giant lobster costumes?

This troper owns a jacket with a pocket that, while appearing to be the standard depth of 3 inches, could actually easily hold a 2 liter bottle of cola. And indeed, it did on numerous occasions.

Last school year, this Troper had a Hyperspace Backpack. One large coat, one lunchbox, three textbooks, one binder, one dictionary, two literature books, a bag-o-pencils, and room for a 1-liter in an external pocket. Almost got the sophmore class award for Heaviest Backpack. A student with two P.E. classes beat me. This year, the trope's been averted: I've got a new rolling backpack with an inflexible bottom, and most of my textbooks stay at home. (I still have the huge coat, though. And of my ''eight'' textbooks, five stay at home. The three that come with me daily are all for Japanese class. A Rolling Hyperspace Backpack would be awesome, but unneccessary this school year. Though maybe next year...)

Oh, also forgot to say: This Troper has a Hyperspace Binder. I can fit two semesters' worth of stuff in there from four classes. Three pockets for English, one each for Math and History, one for Japanese, and one full of extra paper. Mind you, it's an expandable stuffer binder, so it has lots of Hyperspace potential. (But normally, each subject's pocket is emptied at the end of the semester.)

Impressive! However, this troper will try to out-arsenal you. My backpack contains, at it's maximum three textbooks, one workbook, six notebooks ([=A5, A4 & A5=]), PE equipment, five novels and a laptop. There's still enough sapce for a DVD boxset, several extra notbooks, a few more novels and a sleeping bag. I've since taken to remove the laptop and instead just ''strap'' the laptop bag to backpack. The laptop bag contains, of course, a laptop, it's powercord, a mouse, a USB ethernet switch, a power adapter and any number of DVD cases I wish to bring. It should be said that I rarely carry all of this stuff at once, but it can be done, and I often approch this number with just a few items off.

Not only does this troper have The North Face pants, (They have five pockets, each one bigger than all others) but in an attempt to be a BadassLongcoat Joker lookalike, he bought a discount purple trench coat, and has fitted two D&D books into one pocket and Ptolus into the other, along with a cellphone and an IPod.

This troper used to wear a pair of cargo pants and a zipped hoodie, that, together, could qualify as a hyperspace arsenal. Being a rather large man, the pockets for the listed clothing were appropriately larger. At one point, he can remember comfortably fitting a 800 page hardback novel in one pocket without affecting his walk. Other times included stashing obscene amount of soda and snacks to go to a movie theatre with friends, without seeming to carry anything. At some point, this troper plans to buy a new pair of baggy cargos and see how much of his room will fit in it...

This troper specializes in carrying as much crap as possible wherever he goes, just because you never know when it might be needed. At the extreme, I'll be taking over half my non-furniture possessions in a medium-size suitcase, a massive backpack, and some clothes with too many pockets. Considering this troper's parents are also masters at the art of cramming crap into containers, the average vacation brings back many souveniers, due to just finding room to fill up. The only problem is delicate items...

I have a coat like The Doctor's."Look what I have Donna!Pockets!" I regularly decline plastic bags at supermarkets, instead opting to put the lot in my pockets.Just today, i managed to get a large tub of pringles,5 packets of crisps, 2 bottles of juice(pepsi,500ml), 10 chocolate bars and a FREAKING EASTER EGG in these 2 pockets.

This troper's purse has been dubbed "The Carpetbag" by her friends, thanks to its inexplicable ability to hold more random crap than what it should by the normal laws of mathematics. I've been able to stuff my wallet, cell phone, a friend's wallet and cell phone, makeup, I-Pod, tissues, a light jacket, paperback book, two granola bars, a penlight, and a small memo pad and pencil all in it with no trouble. Said purse also happens to be about 1ft x 4in x 7in with two small inner pockets.

This Troper tended to read through home-room announcements, lo those many eons ago back in middle school. The teacher consequently banned him from reading in homeroom. The next day, he came to class and started to read, so his book was taken. He pulled out another. The process repeated itself five times before the teacher gave up. He still had six more books in his backpack.

This troper went to the local anime convention with a group of friends. Only one of them brought along a very small backpack. While in line for Cosplay Chess, he opened it up and took out enough drinks and snacks for fifteen people. We're still not sure how he did it.

This troper's purse seems smallish on the outside...but it's really big enough for two good-sized novels, a notebook, an umbrella, headphones, her mp3 player, her phone, chargers for both, a Nalgene water bottle, cough drops, an obscene amount of loose papers, a makeup bag, a bottle of ibuprofen, a bottle of hand sanitizer, a pack of tissue, an obscene amount of loose paperwork, gum, a box of fountain-pen cartridges, the aforementioned fountain pen, pencils, erasers, Sharpies, a highlighter, a toy sonic screwdriver (really a LED flashlight), a ball of string, a hairbrush, a camera, several loose buttons, a needle and thread, and, oh yeah, a wallet.

This troper is notorious for this. In her purse she manages to carry: A Nintendo DS (sadly commandeered by my casual gaming mother) and twelve DS games, her checkbook, two pens, two manga, a cell phone, her netbook, an mp3 player, five USB drives, a pocket Sudoku game, a hair brush, one of those $10 Atari clone games you can plug into your TV, and room to carry a 20 oz bottle of Sunkist.

The same troper happens to be a solitary neopagan, but sometimes works with others. She has managed to bring to a ritual site her pentacle, chalice, wand, athame, boline, five baggies full of herbs, a flashlight, a first-aid kit, a towel, a compass, a censer, a water bottle, eight candles, a vial of salt...AND HER ENTIRE FREAKING ALTAR in her ritual garb. Although the wand, the herbs, the compass and the salt were stored in a very intimate spot which acts as a Hyperspace Arsenal itself.

This Troper's friend has a hammerspace locker. There's at least 15 large books,sports gear,bulletproof armor (dont ask why),two large bags,His lunch, a bb gun, a dead hamster, and a ton of other objects.

This Troper has had his last two fleece vests called the "Vest of Everything" for a reason. In four pockets he'd have three [=CDs=], his CD player, his Game Boy (the big original ''brick'' GB), his games, a small plush, a length of string, two decks of poker cards, whatever Magic: The Gathering deck he was using that day, his ID card, his money, and a paperback novel. Nobody gave a damn.

This Troper often wears a military style trenchcoat and carries around an arsenal of tools in the huge pockets. As a stage tech he would often be carrying most of the tools required to build an entire set, as well as a hip flask full of Tic Tacs, a cell phone, a deck of cards, and on some occasions a book.

This Troper has managed to fit the entirety of WarandPeace in his jacket pockets once (two volumes, for two of the pockets). He also carries around a wide selection of multitools (over 20 at times) on him at any given time, just because he can, and will also carry documents around in back pockets, to the point of literally pulling the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms out of his ass during a formal debate (well, between the underwear and pants, I was running out of room). His habit of pulling other seemingly random miscilania out of pockets and his backpack (digitalis leaves, ricen poison, bag of salt, codiene, xboxes, complete works of Shakespeare, the Divine Comedy, etc) got to the point where one of his classmates was surprised when he pulled out a laptop because "That's actually a ''normal'' thing to have!''

In high school, my favorite article of clothing was a simple canvas-like hiking vest, because it had about five extra pockets on it. This was on top of the fact that I carried a backpack with Too Damn Much Stuff, as well as pockets full of almost any random junk I could find to be useful. I did not grow out of this habit in college and adulthood, instead improving my arsenal with a ''huge'' winter parka and cargo pants (when appropriate). A few notable instances continually justified the practice:

While waiting for an appointment with some (the-future) roommates, one remarked that he was hungry. Without blinking I produced a package of vanilla wafers from a parka inside pocket. Minutes later, when thirst was indicated, I offered him a bottle of Dr. Pepper (he declined out of the whole germs thing). From then on I was the go-to guy for any random stuff that was needed-- and I almost always delivered.

I regretfully had to get rid of the hiking vest after freshman year, as it no longer fit me. I spent about five years trying to find a replacement, until one day coming across a similar vest with ''twenty'' pockets. Some even hidden.

Related to this, I have been known to sew additional pockets into clothing that I feel needs it.

This troper was quite fun to see at school. He carried around a massive backpack (massive as in "holy crap, how the hell do you pick this thing up?") in his 9th and 10th grade years, and in 11th grade used a slightly smaller backpack as well as a large satchel. The bag(s) carried everything he needed for class, including 1 or 2 textbooks, a pencill case filled with various writing implements and a graphing calculator (with the instruction manual as well), up to 5 binders, two spiral notebooks, a composition book, a novel for his English class, index cards, two packs of Post-it notes (never quite figured out how those got in there), a ziplock bag with his money and school ID until he got a wallet, and for a time, his wallet. In his pants pockets, he carried another novel (for personal use, which went into a hoodie pocket when too big for pants), at least one pen and pencil, the aforementioned calculator if he needed it soon, his watch when he didn't want to wear it, his cell phone, and his wallet. More than one person was quite surprised when they asked for a pencil and he promptly produced one. The leather wallet, by the way, carries up to $50 in cash, his Hard Knocks (www.hardknocksorlando.com) membership card, his school ID, a Walt Disney World arcade card, a condom, and his room key when staying at a Disney resort on vacation. The wallet is pretty much bulging at the seams and this troper is having to put more than one card in each plastic sleeve.

This troper considers holding space over fashion when picking out her purses, and so far has a good collection of bags each able to hold an insane amount of things. Her newest bag currently holds two doorstopper books, a watter bottle, post-it notes, numerous pens and pencils, wallet, brush, slinky, calculator, mini nerf gun, two decks of cards, a tennis ball, a hand held fan, a bag of chips, a flashlight, ping pong ball and paddles, a spork, mp3 player, a bandanna, camera, gum, laser pointer, and chapstick. On more than one occasion her friends have made a game of asking for random things just to see if she had those in her bag. She's currently looking into getting a pair of cargo pants to increase her hyperspace arsenal.

This Tropette had to unpack her backpack once in front of her friends. Inside was a change of clothes, a pair of heels, a jar of Vaseline, a cosmetics bag, three library books, an extra purse, my wallet, my cellphone, a dvd, a CD wallet, a mini first aid kit, a bag lunch, and a lava lamp. Just in case a party should break out. The looks of shocked incredulity as item after item came out were well worth having to carry around 30 pounds of stuff all day.

This troper has managed to carry, at one time; 3 pens, a thumbdrive, a screwdriver, a guitar pick, and an iPod (nano) ''in his hair''. Along with a TerryPratchett book in his pocket, for good measure.

This troper({{Dark Lady Celebrian}})'s RP persona has a crapload of weapons, including a whole mess of missiles with videogame characters painted on them of all different sizes, a collection of Final Fantasy-related weaponry and items, at least 15 swords, at least 25 guns, and a whole bunch of magical items and artifacts. Where does she put it all? That's her secret!

This Troper has been guilty of this since ''seventh grade,'' starting with her old favorite red jacket that had two pockets on the inside. These pockets were filled with writing utensils - primarily, lots and lots of ''mechanical pencils,'' with a few pens thrown in for good measure. The jacket often required to be unzipped to get to them, and a ''lot'' of people found the sheer number I could carry rather impressive. And then she upgraded to Tripp pants with extreme amounts of cargo space. The normal two side-pockets have contained:

The above Troper's lunch money, cell phone, her mother's cell phone, hair ties, lots and lots of change, and her ''pendulum'' in the right pocket...

(Now also includes her new tarot deck ''and'' the book that goes with it...)

...and her MP3 player in its specifically-knit carrier, her ''headphones,'' her copy of the ''Great Gatsby,'' her USB drive, erasers, and who-knows-how-many mechanical pencil lead holders (both as .5 ''and'' .7!) in the left.

The ''writing utensils,'' in the meanwhile, have moved from jacket pockets to both side-pockets near the knees. She has, multiple times, heard someone ask if anyone has a pencil they could borrow - one time was in Choir class sophomore, and it was from the senior sitting right next to her. This Troper then withdrew the fistfull of writing utensils, turned to him, and gave her signature line of "Choose your weapon." The senior was impressed by both the {{Hyperspace Arsenal}} and {{Crazy Prepared}}ness.

It should also be noted that she constantly forgets that she has pockets on her butt like most jeans and a lot of other pants do, which would most likely be the place where she would keep important cards, but she has an epic belt-attachable {{Wallet of Holding}} that shows her ID card for that.

A number of people have also {{Lampshaded}} both tropes in front of her - her father jokes that not only does she supply her entire high school with pencils, but that the pants can hold three days of rations and a thousand rounds. Others have suggested getting a {{Conspicuous Trenchcoat}}, filling it with a bunch of pockets with pencils, and basically hiding behind corners and then spontaneously coming out from behind them in front of people, show them the huge number of 'em, and ask if they want to buy a pencil in a manner similar to the Sundial Merchant in Disney's adaption of Hercules.

This Troper always wears a t-shirt, jeans, and a red jacket to school. He has, regularly, held enough stuff in the pockets to amaze classmates. This includes my planner, iPod Touch, headphones, a pack of gum, playing cards, 5 pencils, a pen, ten dollars(in $1 bills), and a small wallet with a calculator, pen, and notepad. He usually spreads these between the pockets, but has held them all in the coat to make room for a small book and his trumpet kit(valve oil, slide grease, and mouthpiece).

This female troper loves any kind of clothes with big pockets, as it usually means I can store everything from change to a Nintendo DS and a ''CD player'' in said pockets. I was a wee bit upset when I cosplayed both Seras Victoria and Mika Asagi at two cons and realized that neither costume had actual pockets.

I wear cargo pants now, the current pair contains all my school supplies (except textbooks and laptop), and a shoulderbag that carries what doesn't fit in my pockets. (My lunches (2), snacks (3), textbooks (2), notebooks (4), laptop, power cables (3), video camera, still camera, connection cables (4), listerine, headphones, hand sanitizer (2), spare jacket, spare shirt, spare lunch, squeeze cheeze, gummy bears, graph paper stack, novel printout (18 pgs), and sticky notes( I just realized that my bag shouldn't actually be able to hold all that. No wonder the shoulderstrap broke.)) I used to have a windbreaker with the inside layer hollowed out. It either carried 10-20 lbs of gravel, or any food I couldn't sneak through the door otherwise. It was obvious there was something there, but no-one could get to it except me. How very facinating.

Between his suit jacket and his overcoat, this troper is currently carrying:

Nine pens - six rollerball, two fountain, one biro - and a propelling pencil

Two reporter's notebooks

A copy of ''Discworld/Thud!''

An iPod classic with headphones

A Nintendo DS

His sandwiches

Two 500 ml bottles of Pepsi

A set of keys, with a backup front door key in the right front pocket

A wallet and a mobile phone

A box of aspirin and a box of plasters

A miniature stapler

Two packets of Juicy Fruit

Two small handkerchiefs

A tie

A USB drive

A slightly-customised Black Lantern ring

An old copy of the Evening Standard

And, last but not least, a hairbrush. To repeat - all of the above in a suit jacket and overcoat, for a total of eight pockets. Don't even get him started on his backpack.

This Troper has had a number of backpacks that would qualify as BagOfHolding over the years, one of which ''looked'' like it would struggle to fit a pad of A4 paper, but actually carried half a ream of foolscap, a complete set of D&D core rulebooks, a selection of pens, pencils (and an honest-to-Grud ''quill''), a ring-binder containing up to 2 years worth of college/school work (more than that and the rings wouldn't close), a laptop (plus charger, external hard drive and surge-protected multi-socket), two mobile phones, two mobile phone chargers and a big bag'o'dice. In addition, prior to an incident involving two fugly girls, a medieval flail, a plastic lightsaber and the Tayside police, I owned a big-ass sleeveless robe which, despite being pocketless, could (and did) allow me to carry ''hardback'' copies of the complete works of Shakespeare, and CanterburyTales; and currently have a tousers/jacket combo that gives me pocket-space for 8 standard wine bottles. Oh, and I have a wallet the size of my head (actually, more like 3" by 7" by 2") which can fit, with barely the slightest bulge, into the hip pocket of my skin-tight jeans.

This Troper's pencil case. It holds several art and drawing supplies including 7 pencils of different desities, a bag of carbon pencils, color pencils, a cutter, scissors, 2 erasers, pastel spreader-thingy, sharpener, wires (don't ask), a calculator, a small ruler and last but not least a PEN

This troper has a bag that looks like a normal school bag. He once went to school during the holidays with it to discuss a project. All but one knew about this troper's skills. When the unlucky one went to the toilet, everybody else started packing up everything into this troper's bag and left to hide, leaving this troper. When his friend finally returned, he was surprised to see the laptops, chargers, books and folders gone. He demanded this troper empty his bag, and he gladly obliged.

Out came all 4 laptops and their chargers, the folders and 6 books. And since this troper intentionally took things literally, out came a huge set of stationery (including compasses, color pencils, highlighters and a calculator), graphing paper, foolscap, a PSP and its charger, a folder of stolen Media Resources advertisements (In his defense, the sketches of various anime characters were ridiculously good), swimming goggles, swimming trunks, and a towel. Then he moved on to the next compartment, which had a complete set of clothes, and this troper's class jacket. To top it off, this troper pulled a 1.5 litre bottle of Coke and placed it on the table with a flourish. Strangely enough, the straps never broke throughout the 4 years, despite being weighing at least 4 kg on a good day.

Though this (male-shaped) troper has in the past had hyperspace cargo trousers and a hyperspace breast-pocket on yts jacket, easily the most famous among yt's freinds is the hyperspace *hair*. I have an absurd mass of shaggy looking hair running half the way down my back and a habit of storing stationary tucked behind my ears. Occasionally I'll get a look of surprised awe, when, given an opportunity to draw something, I occasionally pull two mechanical pencils, an eraser, and one or more paintbrushes seemingly out of random points in my mane.

Let's just say there is a reason this troper's coat has two packets of biscuits in one pocket frequently...not to mention a pen, a highlighter, a torch, his copy of Death of a Salesman (which is soon to be performed), his wallet and sometimes his copy of Dracula. The packets of biscuits, however, proved the biggest surprise, as I first revealed them in the middle of a Drama rehersal for the previously mentioned play, having the previous day pulled out a 2 litre bottle of Vimto. Yeah, I guess I overuse my pockets a bit...

This troper works in IT. My every-day load in my laptop bag includes: Full mini tool kit (mini screwdrivers, plyers, plastic laptop pokers), multi-point screwdriver/socket set, IDE/SATA to USB adapter, multimeter, replacement network and video cards, networking punch-down tool with 100 and 66 block tips, rj11/rj45 crimper, wire stipper/cutter, hand sanitizer, mini-vac, flash light, permanent markers, 2 ethernet cables (standard and cross-over), 5-port mini-switch, multi-tip adjustible voltage wall wart power supply, full set of disks to image any PC/Mac certified by my corp., a Puppy linux disk, 500GB USB drive, 4GB thumb drive, and a full set of access cards and keys for all of the seven sites I support, and my laptop. Oh, and a bottle of Tylenol - This bag is heavy. One smart-assed user asked me if I have a sandwich in there. I pulled out my lunch.

This troper's dad can imperceptibly carry four bottles of soda, as many candy bars, a cell phone, and a wallet, all within one coat.

This troper took this up to not eleven, but being literal, in a forum RP, although one without any real statistics, being more of a collaborative story than anything else. The troper's character carried a backpack on him at all times, with a Portal-style portal inside. And the portal led to... Hammerspace the Planet. Complete with an "improbability field" handwave, which allowed the portals to exist, and caused the planet to have large areas covered with junk, searching which could yield anything that was needed. And that Hammerspace also served as headquarters for a whole huge organization dedicated to protecting Earth from whatever problems could the imaginative GM throw at it, with the character being just one of them.

I have a ''Hellsing'' totebag I bought from a con last year. It's very thin and has only one inner pocket. Yet, it's almost as roomy as the TARDIS.