I played paintball this weekend. Yeah, I know this isn't a big deal all in itself but my team kicked some serious a**. There were nine players to each team. I was captain of the blue team. Master strategist, thats moi. My Leutenant was Zach Seymore, head of offensive strikes against orange teams base while I concentrated on the defensive. I was wearing my russian Military trench coat, green cargo pants, and a charcoal black T ninja . I paired everyone into teams of two. One was the offensive of the pair, the other defensive(kind of a watch my back, I'll watch yours sort of thing). Anyway, the reason we did so well was because they could not touch our base. I had two teams watching the base, my team and team2. I crouched down right by our two story base where I could shoot anyone who dared try and climb the latter to reach our flag. The others covered the other four corners. I had given them orders not to shoot until I had. You can imagine the surprise when six of them actually came up to our base all quiet and sneaky until they were sure no one was there. Then one of the little buggers started climbing OUR ladder. I shot him three times in the back when he was half way up... Then all hell broke loose. The got Jon, aka the baconboy(dont ask)which was not surprise since he was so large and kind of hard to hide anyway. They didn't know where the rest of us were. We didn't all fire continually but more like I shoot twice, then someone else will shoot and then someone else. One hid right freakin beside me, not two feet from me.... Thats another down. Needless to say they didn't last very long.... exclaim
SleeperPixie · Tue Nov 14, 2006 @ 06:51pm · 1 Comments |