My demeanour needs a little backstory, so basically I went paintballing with around 40 other boys when I was 13, and with my PE teacher. There was a rule that when you got shot you had to get out. The map was basically a forest, with a village in the middle.
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So me and 3 of my friends were the last alive for our team. We advanced into the centre, where we saw 10 guys camping in the middle hut waiting for us to go out into the open. We needed a diversion. Even though it was for over 18s only, the paintball marshall let me buy 3 grenades, so my and my mates decided I'd draw them out, while they cleaned up.
I ran into the village shouting "COME AT ME BRO" as loud as I could, and while they all turned round, my mates had ninja'd in. They "killed" all of the enemy.
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So that's the story. Our plan worked, and we clutched the 6th game of the day making it 3-3. Needless to say I was covered in bruises. I got my payback as they walked past me, not helping me up after "barraging" me in paint - my mates helped me up and I sprayed them all in the back as revenge. Happy days. To think my school did this, all we had to do was pay £5 each for a week of paintball, surfing, quadbiking, going to Thorpe Park and chilling at Canford Magna Golf Course. I have other stories from the glorious week, but that's the most memorable.
02-Aug-2012 00:45:26
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