Paintball was hell.
We drove for one hour to get down to this dump, and were able to get in right away, all 15 of us. There was no body armor, only a thin (one layer) camouflage jump suit. Next, we picked up our masks, which were at least 6 years old, and each one had cracks in the goggles. But that didn’t dampen our spirits because of the new, shiny guns they had purchased.
We loaded 200 at a time and went into the range, four of us girls headed to the other side. While the rest, including the single other girl who had came, joined the other. At first it was fine, until the opposing yellow side closed in on us. While running away from my cousin’s boy friend, he shot me in the ankle. Now every inch of the facility was greased, and I slipped.
So he came over, twenty feet away and shot me again in the back of the head. I screamed, only alerting the rest of the yellow team, who closed in on me. My own team abandon me. In fear of getting shot themselves. (Because of coarse it was very painful). When I slipped, my protective mask slipped. I screamed “Freeze!” the safety word, but the yellow team just laughed. My cousin shot me n the jaw. And the rest opened fired on me while I lay helplessly on the ground screaming at my team mates. I was shot five times in less than a minute. As they pelted the back of my head, my right arm twice, my leg, and my back.
In desperation I threw my gun away to show I was defenseless. They watched and shot me again, in the opposite are, and once in the thy. I pulled my hands away from my face and raised them, literally begging for mercy. My right hand was shot again, as well as my neck, and my hip.
My screams alerted the man who was staying at the front desk, and commanded them to stop. When I finally got up, I was in so much pain I was crying, and bleeding. The rest laughed at me and I limped away and sat on a cushioned bench. I left to clean myself up in the bathroom, and when I opened the door, they shoved a piece of ice cream cake in my face for crying, and not finishing the round. Plus, I had to call my dad to pick me up, because my mom couldn’t drive me home. Due to the fact she was driving the other girls. And during that car ride, I got yelled at for tearing dad away from his guests at the house.
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Originally posted by Ambience
Paintball was hell.
We drove for one hour to get down to this dump, and were able to get in right away, all 15 of us. There was no body armor, only a thin (one layer) camouflage jump suit. Next, we picked up our masks, which were at least 6 years old, and each one had cracks in the goggles. But that didn’t dampen our spirits because of the new, shiny guns they had purchased.We loaded 200 at a time and went into the range, four of us girls headed to the other side. While the rest, including the single other girl who had came, joined the other. At first it was fine, until the opposing yellow side closed in on us. While running away from my cousin’s boy friend, he shot me in the ankle. Now every inch of the facility was greased, and I slipped.
So he came over, twenty feet away and shot me again in the back of the head. I screamed, only alerting the rest of the yellow team, who closed in on me. My own team abandon me. In fear of getting shot themselves. (Because of coarse it was very painful). When I slipped, my protective mask slipped. I screamed “Freeze!” the safety word, but the yellow team just laughed. My cousin shot me n the jaw. And the rest opened fired on me while I lay helplessly on the ground screaming at my team mates. I was shot five times in less than a minute. As they pelted the back of my head, my right arm twice, my leg, and my back.
In desperation I threw my gun away to show I was defenseless. They watched and shot me again, in the opposite are, and once in the thy. I pulled my hands away from my face and raised them, literally begging for mercy. My right hand was shot again, as well as my neck, and my hip.
My screams alerted the man who was staying at the front desk, and commanded them to stop. When I finally got up, I was in so much pain I was crying, and bleeding. The rest laughed at me and I limped away and sat on a cushioned bench. I left to clean myself up in the bathroom, and when I opened the door, they shoved a piece of ice cream cake in my face for crying, and not finishing the round. Plus, I had to call my dad to pick me up, because my mom couldn’t drive me home. Due to the fact she was driving the other girls. And during that car ride, I got yelled at for tearing dad away from his guests at the house.
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Being the sadistic person I'd paintball their houses just for you.
Do you want to talk over PM or something? hug
Originally posted by AmbienceYou should've shot them in the nuts. That would've got them good.
Paintball was hell.
We drove for one hour to get down to this dump, and were able to get in right away, all 15 of us. There was no body armor, only a thin (one layer) camouflage jump suit. Next, we picked up our masks, which were at least 6 years old, and each one had cracks in the goggles. But that didn’t dampen our spirits because of the new, shiny guns they had purchased.We loaded 200 at a time and went into the range, four of us girls headed to the other side. While the rest, including the single other girl who had came, joined the other. At first it was fine, until the opposing yellow side closed in on us. While running away from my cousin’s boy friend, he shot me in the ankle. Now every inch of the facility was greased, and I slipped.
So he came over, twenty feet away and shot me again in the back of the head. I screamed, only alerting the rest of the yellow team, who closed in on me. My own team abandon me. In fear of getting shot themselves. (Because of coarse it was very painful). When I slipped, my protective mask slipped. I screamed “Freeze!” the safety word, but the yellow team just laughed. My cousin shot me n the jaw. And the rest opened fired on me while I lay helplessly on the ground screaming at my team mates. I was shot five times in less than a minute. As they pelted the back of my head, my right arm twice, my leg, and my back.
In desperation I threw my gun away to show I was defenseless. They watched and shot me again, in the opposite are, and once in the thy. I pulled my hands away from my face and raised them, literally begging for mercy. My right hand was shot again, as well as my neck, and my hip.
My screams alerted the man who was staying at the front desk, and commanded them to stop. When I finally got up, I was in so much pain I was crying, and bleeding. The rest laughed at me and I limped away and sat on a cushioned bench. I left to clean myself up in the bathroom, and when I opened the door, they shoved a piece of ice cream cake in my face for crying, and not finishing the round. Plus, I had to call my dad to pick me up, because my mom couldn’t drive me home. Due to the fact she was driving the other girls. And during that car ride, I got yelled at for tearing dad away from his guests at the house.
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Originally posted by AmbienceI used to work at a paintball place as a judge.
Paintball was hell.
We drove for one hour to get down to this dump, and were able to get in right away, all 15 of us. There was no body armor, only a thin (one layer) camouflage jump suit. Next, we picked up our masks, which were at least 6 years old, and each one had cracks in the goggles. But that didn’t dampen our spirits because of the new, shiny guns they had purchased.We loaded 200 at a time and went into the range, four of us girls headed to the other side. While the rest, including the single other girl who had came, joined the other. At first it was fine, until the opposing yellow side closed in on us. While running away from my cousin’s boy friend, he shot me in the ankle. Now every inch of the facility was greased, and I slipped.
So he came over, twenty feet away and shot me again in the back of the head. I screamed, only alerting the rest of the yellow team, who closed in on me. My own team abandon me. In fear of getting shot themselves. (Because of coarse it was very painful). When I slipped, my protective mask slipped. I screamed “Freeze!” the safety word, but the yellow team just laughed. My cousin shot me n the jaw. And the rest opened fired on me while I lay helplessly on the ground screaming at my team mates. I was shot five times in less than a minute. As they pelted the back of my head, my right arm twice, my leg, and my back.
In desperation I threw my gun away to show I was defenseless. They watched and shot me again, in the opposite are, and once in the thy. I pulled my hands away from my face and raised them, literally begging for mercy. My right hand was shot again, as well as my neck, and my hip.
My screams alerted the man who was staying at the front desk, and commanded them to stop. When I finally got up, I was in so much pain I was crying, and bleeding. The rest laughed at me and I limped away and sat on a cushioned bench. I left to clean myself up in the bathroom, and when I opened the door, they shoved a piece of ice cream cake in my face for crying, and not finishing the round. Plus, I had to call my dad to pick me up, because my mom couldn’t drive me home. Due to the fact she was driving the other girls. And during that car ride, I got yelled at for tearing dad away from his guests at the house.
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My job was to go out in the fields in a bright orange jumpsuit and make sure n one did the things that happened to you. That just sucks what happened to you and that kind of conduct shouldn't be allowed and whoever was running that place should have immediately stopped them and temporarily banned them from the place.
Although here is a suggestion for you. The next time you go paintballing with this group again first chance you get where you have a clean shot probably 5 feet from the guy. Point the barrel and pelt him like 5-6 times in the nuts and when he goes to cover himself shoot him in windpipe like 3-4 times and tell him paybacks a B*tch I guarantee nobody will do that to you again.
Shut up Zeke.. -.-;
I don't get mad.
I get even.
One time some kids did something along the lines of that to me and about a month later. I got the perfect chance to **** them over. I got me and my friend, Ryan and Brad. We surprised them in the middle of a round and punched some of the glass out of their helmets and we took one kids armour off and just pelted him in the balls repeatedly.
I hope he can never have kids.
And an unerasable paint thing on his crotch. <3
Name:Elliot Cicierga
Age: 7 (not OH snap anymore.)
Sex:Male maybe?
Ethnicity:Turkish-German
Physical appearance:Umm...Short, medium range weight, borwn eyes, scruffy dark brown hair, medium-fair skin.
Personality:Friendly and docile, subject to change...
History: Born in Turkey. Raised in germany. Orphaned, ran away, and now lives with a little old lady outta the city limits of Koenigsberg. What else you need?
Unique abilities:Able to throw punches at various nervous system central points. Also can predict the course of any projectile with accuracy up to an inch, but doesnt know any of this yet. He's a grade A student...in 3rd grade. Powerfully accurate shot with ranged weapons, and strong with most melee weapons, but uses them with difficulty.
Originally posted by ZekeHumanslayer
samething happened to me but then i almost killed them all because i beat the shit out of my 4 friends and then i shot all 4 of them in the balls like 5 times with my bb gun
Originally posted by Liquid_Fire
I have a hard time believing that.
co-signed 😎
Originally posted by Blaxican
My IQ points dropped like twenty points when I read that.
i didn't have any to lose on that ermm
You know Zeke... All you did was copy what I said and put yourself in place of the real character. Plus you made it lame as hell... Why would you beat up your friends? Wtf are you retarded? Z0mg l00k at m@@ I am 5o t0ug4!! 1 b33t up my fr13nds!!!
... They are your friends. You dont beat them up.
By the way, telling these dumb stories dosen't make you a badass. I've had several people tell me you told them crap about being in a gang and shooting people and using knives and stuff. Give it up man.
Originally posted by Liquid_FireExactly. I must agree with you LF.
You know Zeke... All you did was copy what I said and put yourself in place of the real character. Plus you made it lame as hell... Why would you beat up your friends? Wtf are you retarded? Z0mg l00k at m@@ I am 5o t0ug4!! 1 b33t up my fr13nds!!!... They are your friends. You dont beat them up.
By the way, telling these dumb stories dosen't make you a badass. I've had several people tell me you told them crap about being in a gang and shooting people and using knives and stuff. Give it up man.