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paintballin hobo golblyns
7:00 A.M... alarm goes off for the day to start today. No...I don't normally awaken so early. but today was different...today was the first paintball match I'd have been in for a long time. So I slept in till 7:30 and grabbed my gear to paintball. The matches today brogut up many a story so lets get started on the few best ones...all in all today I was quite good...I met a personal quality quota, by this I mean I took out more guys then I got out myself. I have many a welt now, partially because I wanted to be different and play in nuthing but a thin white muscle shirt (a.k.a. a wife beater) which...for that game...is extremely painfull. so anyway, to begin the story with everyone gawking at me for wearing not a shred of armor except for protection of the family jewels and the face. The fifth game for that day was one known as Demo Man. The objective, to get your demo man to touch the other teams tower while also trying to keep their demo man from touching yours...if your demo man dies...you can do nuthing more to win the game and only defend your base. The demo man is likely to be hunted by leaps and bounds by the other team, so he who is the demo man must be ok with getting shot a lot. So I volunteer with my no armored self to be Mr Demo man. I buried myself into a bush and my whole team was taken out with only me left facing my own tower as the defense for the whole game...so they stroll to the tower not realizing me and WHAM! 3 out of the 5 of them were out in a few seconds as I lit them up with more colors of the rainbow. we lost the match, but my strategy definetly kicked ass. So we go to the next game...same game type just switching sides of the field. To make the story short...we won. Now for the two best stories of my whle paintball history. my god story and stupid story. The game type: kill the president. All the other team had to do was escort the "presdent" player to the planeif he touches the plane...they win. However, guarding the plane is my team....if we kill the president, we win. so My little brother Jeremy and I gain the advantage of a tall center fort right off the bat and pick off a lot people. (for referrence, by picking off one person and then getting shot, you are a nutreul affect on the team...killing more is positive, just dieing is negative.) Well...this guy comes walking into the tower from the other team thinking Jeremy is on his side...Jeremy sees him and DOESN"T SHOOT HIM FOR GOD KNOWS WHY! so the guy sees me... I figure...ok this guy has to be on our team if Jeremy didn't kill him...then I realized...he had an arm band...so we point guns but he gets the shot first...keep in mind...my partner Jeremy is still but three feet from the guy...and could kill him anytime...I died and Jeremy stayed a live, never killed the man. so their president enters the tower....Jeremy...being the tard that he is talks to the president that he's supposed to kill, thinking that it would be cheating to shoot him since they thought he was on there side. WHO GIVES A CRAP SHOOT THE GUY IF HE"S THERE< THAT WAS THE MISSION! but he didn't and the preident cowered when he realized who jeremy was...then shot Jeremy after Jeremy continued to gawk...I was rather annoyed...and jeremy is now forever humiliated and known, as the guy who talked to the president he was supposed to kill. anyway...onward into the day we play another match. this time the objective of my team is to keep our hostage from being taken back. the other team must rescue the hostage...so...my whole team is little kids who are idiots...they all get peged out and I hid on the outskirts of our defense completely forgotten...that is until the whole other team line up to open the door with the hostage in it and the rest of our team as defense...so I pick of a good 7 guys before the realize where it's coming from and then BOOM! I am shot about 10 times in 3 seconds...paint covered my head and neck and went through the mask and into my mouth...full of paint. I died, and we lost, but I was once again..the guy who met his quota way higher than he should ever have to with 7 kills in one match. anyway...paintball is over and leah and I go to a show to see Green Goblyn Project...I like em...good stuff. the show goes as any other show would and we decide to attempt to get a picture of...dun dun dunnnnnnn...a hobo. So we park the car...it was freezing...Leah gives me that camera and get the car ready for a mad dash. The art of hobo hunting is quite tricky and takes a good team to pull off...lol. I walk up toward the hobo's bridge...pretending to want a picture of the moon...kinda lame considering I could've done that from much better places but I did...I grabbed the picture and he yelled, "Come get me sweet baby!"...O.O creepy...so I ran and we blew out of their...later we took a picture of a hobo cat, who's eyes were the only thing to show up and then went home...it was a good day and evening all in all. Thanks Leah for the good time...I look forward to many more adventures.
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