Paintballing
To survive war you've gotta become war
Picture this scene if you will. I've just spent a good five minutes crawling through bog
consisting mostly of sheep droppings to sneak up behind a cluster of opposition team members who are holding a fortified position. I'm now in a position to easily deal with these morons who left their flanks exposed then its a short leisurely stroll up that hill, raise the flag and I've won. They were completely unaware of me as I trained my sights on them.
"Aha glory will be mine!" I exclaimed to myself.
I jump out on the hapless fools screaming "Eat non-toxic Biodegradable paint punk!"
This was then followed by a rather pathetic sounding parp and a paintball slowly rolling out of the end of my gun. this was followed by a slight pause as four of the opposite team unbraced for impact and looked at the end of my gun, then as one realising that I wasn't about to redecorate there threads with bright orange paint proceeded to unload far more rounds onto me then was necessary leaving me on the floor whimpering clutching my crotch.
This was pretty much how the rest of the day went. I'm not surprised really. When we turned up to the paintballing session and they were going through how to operate the gun they said, "now occasionally your gun may jam, and usually it will be when half the opposition are bearing down on you, just pull this back and your good to go". As soon as he'd said that I realised I'd be spending most of my day clearing my gun jams, you why is it that when someone says something can go wrong it always does to me?
This was over two days ago and I'm still hurting my legs are killing me and my back is aching. despite all this I had a great time and am going to have to do it again soon.
In other news my band have finished our demo and will commence operation Media Blitz imminently.
To survive war you've gotta become war
Picture this scene if you will. I've just spent a good five minutes crawling through bog
consisting mostly of sheep droppings to sneak up behind a cluster of opposition team members who are holding a fortified position. I'm now in a position to easily deal with these morons who left their flanks exposed then its a short leisurely stroll up that hill, raise the flag and I've won. They were completely unaware of me as I trained my sights on them.
"Aha glory will be mine!" I exclaimed to myself.
I jump out on the hapless fools screaming "Eat non-toxic Biodegradable paint punk!"
This was then followed by a rather pathetic sounding parp and a paintball slowly rolling out of the end of my gun. this was followed by a slight pause as four of the opposite team unbraced for impact and looked at the end of my gun, then as one realising that I wasn't about to redecorate there threads with bright orange paint proceeded to unload far more rounds onto me then was necessary leaving me on the floor whimpering clutching my crotch.
This was pretty much how the rest of the day went. I'm not surprised really. When we turned up to the paintballing session and they were going through how to operate the gun they said, "now occasionally your gun may jam, and usually it will be when half the opposition are bearing down on you, just pull this back and your good to go". As soon as he'd said that I realised I'd be spending most of my day clearing my gun jams, you why is it that when someone says something can go wrong it always does to me?
This was over two days ago and I'm still hurting my legs are killing me and my back is aching. despite all this I had a great time and am going to have to do it again soon.
In other news my band have finished our demo and will commence operation Media Blitz imminently.
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