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Originally posted by Japas I play with airsoft guns, but not paintball guns. |
Haha, me and my friends always used to play with airsoft guns.
I had two marksman pistols and one daisy rifle, but I no longer have them. They were taken away from me by my father for misbehaving with them, and I never got them back. I haven't touched any other guns since then.
But at least I got a lot of use out of them before they were taken away.
When I was 10, me my friends were stupid, so we would constantly shoot each other with our guns. Even though it was painful and we got lots of tiny bruises with the occasional blood and broken skin, we still constantly shot each other. Our favorite thing to do was play a game called capture the tree. The motive of the game was to capture the enemy's tree by climbing up to a certain, high up branch of that tree. How do you stop the enemy from getting in your tree? Shoot them off the tree while they were climbing up to the special branch. Let me mention again, we were stupid.
During one game, my team mates went on the offensive, and I was left alone to guard our tree. After a little while of waiting alone, I spotted two enemy team members approaching my tree. I started pumping pellet after pellet at them, but all I had was my crappy, single pump daisy rifle that didn't shoot very far, and the wind really messed up my accuracy. The two enemies returned fired, and I ducked down to avoid getting hit. I was terrified, so I focused all my attention on the two approaching enemies. That was a bad idea, because a third enemy team member was approaching from behind me. He got to about 4 feet away from me and shot me in the back. I was startled, so I dropped my gun and immediately fell down and twisted over onto my back. By that time, the other two enemies got to the tree. I was captured. Everyone had their rifles pointed at me, there was nothing I could do.
But luckily two of my team mates returned shortly after and tried to save me. However, the enemy team thought it would be funny to take me hostage to prevent them from approaching further. They took a weak marksmen pistol from my coat and stuck the barrel into my mouth. They then shouted that I would "get it" if they didn't back away. They were laughing the entire time while I felt nothing but pure terror and misery. But my stupid team mates ignored their warnings and started approaching anyways. And, like the enemy promised, I "got it". The roof of my mouth was shot by the pistol, and I colapsed on the ground. Then an enemy team member quickly jumped up into the tree and got to the special branch, thus winning the game for his team.
I didn't get hurt, it was a very weak pistol, I just felt a hard "THUD!" at the roof of my mouth. I was laying on the ground simply because I was shocked.