Paintball

This was sometime last week, but Tim and David pinned me down in a shack. David and I had the generic guns that the paintball plae provided for us, but Tim’s gun was extraordinary. It was like 1′ x 1′ x 5′. He carried it like a giant log that he would use to ram down doors. Anyways, there was a tube at the end of it where it sprayed out paintballs like an automatic assault rifle. They both kept shooting at me. I went out of the shack in stealth, attempting to get closer to Tim and neutralizing him, but he shot my leg.

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