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Its Throw Down Time
Join Date: Feb 2002
Location: MN
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Story for Communications class
hey, i wrote a story for comm class and i decided i wanted to post it here. its kinda long and probably seems pretty sad but im bored and in class now so yeah. here it goes. its really long, sorry.
Waking up in the morning at 9-o-clock is not really a problem for me. I do it most of the time during the summer, but during the summer, I sit in front of the computer or T.V. until about 1 when I start moving. But on a day of a paintball game, I’m expected to be up and ready to run around the woods and carry heavy bunkers at 10-o-clock. That’s what, for some reason, gets me so excited for a game of paintball, being up before everyone else and seeing the beautiful morning through the branches of the woods.
To anyone else, shooting little gelatin balls filled with paint at each other sounds kind of odd to say the least, but for me and my friends, its more then a game, it’s a life style. We wake up at about 9, show up at the field to set it up around 10, and when other kids start to pour in around 11 were all ready to play and are starting to get antsy. The chitchat before a game usually consists of people trying to make teams, or talking about each others guns, but nothing really to exciting. By the time were ready to actually go out and play, the teams have been narrowed down to the three good people, Ross, Ryan and myself, along with one of two others against usually around six or seven. Both teams go their own way and talk strategy as they’re walking to the starting point. Ross and I are partners all the time and watch each other’s backs. Were automatically together, so no one tries to split us up.
Getting to the start boxes, kids are firing their guns off into the woods or into the corn field making sure a ball is loaded, or that its cocked. Some of us are yelling at others trying to get them pumped up, some are just mapping out where they’re going to go. No one is really concerning themselves with anything bad, everyone thinks they’re going to win and take everyone out. We pull our masks over our face and you can hear the heavy breathing from anticipation hit the mask and bounce back into your ears. The blood was rushing through us and by the time we got to the box, everyone was yelling at each other and everyone knew where everyone else was going to go.
From a distance we could hear a car horn sound signaling the start of the game, and we all rush into the woods full on. My team being the more experienced and ballsy team, actually run while the other team slowly creeps down their trail. We get to our bunkers and “post” ourselves which is just watching something ready to shoot and wait for the other team. I’m the one closest to them so I see them first and yell out “Guys comin’ in on the left!”
I hear Ross from behind me, but slightly askew answers “Yeah, I see em’!” My hands started to shake as I started firing at the oncoming rush of guys. Watching the surprise in the way they move, I continue to harass them with shots, knowing full well they wont hit them, but because they are so inexperienced they are still afraid.
In the heat of the game, most people will not talk or not talk very clearly and give good directions. But because Ross and I have played so many games, were used to the adrenaline rush and can carry on conversations most of the time.
Hearing the wiz of the balls fly over my head on their way to the bad guys, feeling the slight kick of my gun each time I pull the trigger, listening to the pinging noise that comes from the tank as it draws more air out to propel the balls on their way to the target, I am happy and relaxed. But I’m also excited and shaking from the adrenaline rushing through me. While I’m concentrating on the guys trying to position themselves behind cover from my barrage of paint coming towards them I hear Ross in the background “Jason, I’m moving up on your left, keep them down!”
I respond casually, “Uh huh”, and continue firing.
Ross slides in the bunker with me and I say, “Howdy, how’s it goin’?” in a funny, Norwegian accent.
Ross then tells me he is going to go into the woods and sneak around behind them and that I should move up on them when they start shooting at him, so I say “ok” and he disappears into the woods and I’m left all alone in the front taking fire from the opposition. I just casually return some of the fire, careful not to shoot too much and waste my paint seeing as how I’m outnumbered at three to one. Far to the right I can hear Ryan’s full auto gun just tearing away at the leaves and hears others yell at him. I just chuckle to myself, never really thinking about how scary it would be to be in the other kids position, when all of a sudden I hear a voice from the other side yelling “Thunder, go to that bunker!”
I know which bunker the voice is talking about right away. It’s the one right in front of me that would be impossible for anyone to hide behind and take shelter from me because of the good angle I have on it. So I sit there and wait for Thunder, who is a fairly large kid, to come barreling into the bunker and I open up and tapped the trigger a few times, sending 3 balls his way. They all hit the mark. One to the stomach, which was a surprise to him and made him double over and the other two hit the top of his head which is now in front of his stomach and this shock causes him to drop his gun and yell at me. I kindly yell back “You’re out!” with a hint of evilness behind it.
He picks up his gun and replies “Yeah, I know.” And proceeds to walk out of the woods rubbing his head with one hand and holding his gun in the air to show he’s out with the other.
Soon after, I hear shots from farther into the woods from Ross and I run up the trail to find everyone already out except one kid who hid himself pretty well behind a little spool. I'm slowly advancing on the spool to make sure no one is behind it when he pops out and takes a few snap-shots at me. I quickly duck into the side of the woods and take cover behind a large tree. I go out the right side of the tree shooting and cross to the left side of the spool getting him to think I was coming around on the right. I get to where he was and yell “Get out!” right as he turns and takes a shot at me. It hit me in the armpit and I knew it didn’t break, so I was still in the game. So I tapped the trigger once and hit him on the shoulder, painting his shirt and mask a nice bright yellow color. I politely let him know he’s out as well just in time to see Ross coming full speed down the trail ready to plaster the poor kid so I start yelling “He’s out, he’s out!” as loud as I can in an attempt to stop him. Luckily he didn’t pull the trigger, but he didn’t really stop coming so he scared the living day lights out of the kid behind the bunker.
Ross and I slowly work our way down the trail carefully watching the woods for any ambushes, but there aren’t any, so we won the game. We make our way back to the prep area and everyone is there already talking about the game, going over what happened from everyone’s point of view, which is usually pretty entertaining. Talking about paintball is about as much fun as playing it.
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Yeah I know I spelled Admeral wrong
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