Field 1, BAttle 1 - CTF (Capture the Flag)
- As Joe Barlow and I leapfrogged our way up the left flank, I advanced ahead of Joe. As I bunkered up against a good-sized tree, the deer in the headlights known as joshuaslater was standing in the clear. I leved my marker. The ensuing conversation went something like this:
Dave: Josh, wtf are you doing?
Josh: Waitin on a paint-check.
Dave: Were you not listening when the field-boss said, "When asking for a paint-check, continue to defend yourself. If you get shot while awaiting said check, it counts."?
Josh: Oh. Does that mean I can shoot you, too?
Dave: Ummm...(fied two quick rounds while ducking behind the tree)...yes.
Josh: Okay (seeing that Dave has not managed to hide his girth, completely).
Dave: (immediately after getting hit just above the right ass cheek) OW! *&^%!, I'm out!
So much for being nice. The next time, it will go something like this:
Josh: Ow, ow, ow, ow - stop shooting, at least one of them broke - ow!
Dave: Paint-check complete. You are painted.
Josh: I'm out!