War is hell...

[robinbloke]

Pinned 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!

Comments

<Snicker>

[k-lioness.livejournal.com]

For a little while there I thought you were still talking about the "War of Arachnids." How's that going anyway?

Re: <Snicker>

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

The war on Aracnids goes well too actually, although two of the little buggers sneaked into my bath the other day, right before I was planning on taking one - fiends!

I'm good, busy all over the place at the moment having inherited RC for a bit (I'm mad!)

How's you and your wonderous family?