War is hell...
Sep. 2nd, 2002 09:18 amPinned down. An enemy sniper watching and covering the base, the ammo bin just a foot away around the corner in open territory, which would leave me wide open for fire. Out of ammo, but luckily he doesn't know that - two other guys on my right moving around the base, one went down maybe, I don't know.
Thirty seconds left. Dammit, dump my gun - it'll just slow me down.
Peek around, he's distracted for a half second - thats all I need, I reach around and grab the ammo bin, luckily lighter than I thought and I run, adrenalin pumping, legs screaming and arms flapping like a deranged chicken. I run for our base as the seconds tick away and pray he doesn't shoot me as I do. Goggles block my sight and I trip and sprawl over a log into a pile of stinging nettles after an ill-timed jump, it doesn't matter - grab the bin again and run even more. Run around to my base and slamdunk the bin down around behind to win, yeah!
So, I played painyball on Saturday, and I ache all over, my legs protest any movement, I'm covered in bruises - but damn it was fun!
Thirty seconds left. Dammit, dump my gun - it'll just slow me down.
Peek around, he's distracted for a half second - thats all I need, I reach around and grab the ammo bin, luckily lighter than I thought and I run, adrenalin pumping, legs screaming and arms flapping like a deranged chicken. I run for our base as the seconds tick away and pray he doesn't shoot me as I do. Goggles block my sight and I trip and sprawl over a log into a pile of stinging nettles after an ill-timed jump, it doesn't matter - grab the bin again and run even more. Run around to my base and slamdunk the bin down around behind to win, yeah!
So, I played painyball on Saturday, and I ache all over, my legs protest any movement, I'm covered in bruises - but damn it was fun!