dant1131
04-13-2001, 06:07 PM
I was with some family and friends, and we were at this place called Cobra Command. Well we got to what was known as the Tower match, and they needed five volunteers to defend the tower against attackers, namely, the other thirty people there. Well I volunteered, as did my uncle the Cop, my brother, his friend, and my cousin who I not so affectionately call the paintball nazi. Well we climbed the tower and along with us came one of the referees. My brother took the first floor to defend, my cousin and my brother's friend the second, and the ref stayed with them, and the top floor would be patrolled by my uncle and myself. We were under heavy fire most of the time, and we were a each a rainbow of colors from the mass amounts of splatter that came our way. My uncle and I sat poking sticks out of the holes, watching people waste the sticks thinking they were barrels. Somehow, I'm still not too sure, someone managed to nail me good dead in the back of the head and shook me up a little, and instead of walking out of the tower in the middle of a firefight (a.k.a. WWIII) I opted to stay at the top of the tower. Well anyway, the fire keeps coming, and all I hear is the ref with us get shot in the foot about six times, each time followed by an assortment of words (most of which I can't write because of restrictions on this site), but you can figure out what he was saying. Anyway, he says to my bro's friend "Give me your *&%^ing gun!!!" He then takes the gun, proceeds to let off thirty or so rounds, and I think I heard at least one kill by him. I didn't find out the exacts as to why all the cursing I heard from underneath me and the barage of fire that was unleashed as I was nursing my swolen head until afterwards, but I couldn't stop laughing each time I saw this ref's blue shoe, and when people kept asking who had the jewels to go and show themselves long enough to get so many shots off...