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Well if you read my post yesterday me and my friend got creamed in a snowball fight with a bunch of 17 year olds well I just had a fight with them again this time we were ready.
All was prepared we weren’t going to lose this time and if we didn’t win we were going to draw at the start we found a trolley abandoned and got all the snow we could we filled the trolley up and it made one big snowball. We also came out with layers and layers on so that all our pockets could get full up with ready made snowballs and we each had 3 sets of gloves on to minimise frost bite in the hang. We were scheduled to intercept the target’s at objective voodoo (the park) and we didn’t contemplate the possibility of enemy patrol’s (One of our enemy’s going to the shops) we came to waypoint 3 Charlie (the shops) and was ready to attack in full force. We came to an alley and was briskly walking Troy pushing the trolley when one of the low priority target’s met us half way each one of us carefully put are hands in our pockets ready to draw a ball and fire…
But it was to late he spotted the trolley and turned we drew and hit some carefully placed shots to the head but that didn’t stop him he ran round the corner out of sight and all we could hear was “Snow fight boys!”
“Mow the little sh!ts down!”
Before we new it 3 of our enemy target emerged round the corner each bending down to pick up snow we new this was our opening and bombed them vigorously hoping that they would retreat before one of there ball’s hit us. They ran back where they came and we chased after them thinking we had them where we wanted them but boy were we wrong we ran round the corner and a hail of snow bullet’s came at us each hitting us one after another and the worst part was that we were on ice. Kane went to throw a snowball but a well placed shot from the enemy took his arm out and Kane couldn’t use it for a while one of our comrades named gas can (Michael) shouted
“Kane get to cover and prepare the surprise weapon’s make sure you make a variety”
Kane was the fastest snowball maker I have seen and could easily make around 25 in 5 minutes so he got cracking me Michael and Troy were holing our own but still taking a beating I had aimed a shot above the enemy’s heads onto a light and the ball exploded making there targeting systems go on the blink (The snow powder hit there eyes and they needed to blink a lot) we slaughtered them with a barrage of ball’s and managed to make the prime target slip over. His hands were cut and he was angry there were 7 of them by this time and we were almost ready to retreat to base camp (One of the shops) but then 4 of the enemy troops ran of into the distance.
“Boys the snowballs are ready lets cream em!” Kane shouted and we agreed with him we ran back round the corner and picked up any ball we could use I went for a smallish oddly coloured one but Kane pulled me back by the wrist and said that ones for me.
I threw a ball and hit an enemy troop in the neck and he shouted “ARRRGGGHHH” I thought to myself Kane must of put some effort into these this was a Houdini ball (A layer of snow on the outside and a icy centre that hurts like hell) and Michael followed through with a black ball on the enemy’s hair (All the back ice but really sludgy feels horrible and is just generally bad) one of the troops were down diving behind a car and not only poking his head out to see how the chaos was faring.
For once in this fight things were looking up and the odd pot shot from Kane behind the wall would hit an enemy. Me and Troy both threw Houdini’s at the same time on the same target and took him out he slipped awkwardly throwing a snowball and widely missing. One left the main target and all four of us slowly got closer to him tossing snowball’s in his direction but then the unthinkable happened.
My legs gave and I slipped on ice and landed on my bum in a split second I turned my head behind me only to see snowball’s hurling towards me and my friends I got hit again on the face and shouted out to my friends,
“We’ve been flanked get back to the stash!”
The enemy were taunting us at this time saying things like,
“Haha little sh!ts are gonna die”
And,
“You cant run from this one!”
The enemy had taken our trolley and we only had what was left in our pockets to fight with Michael the strongest out of the lot of us ran around the corner and latched onto the trolley running as fast as he could trying to catch them out at there own game.
The rest was like slow motion each of us getting pummelled by snow ball’s each getting closer to the ground we had lost this one there was no hope now.
Mike never got round to flanking the enemy and left us for dead.
The morel of this story is don’t get in snow fights with 17 year olds unless your older.
All was prepared we weren’t going to lose this time and if we didn’t win we were going to draw at the start we found a trolley abandoned and got all the snow we could we filled the trolley up and it made one big snowball. We also came out with layers and layers on so that all our pockets could get full up with ready made snowballs and we each had 3 sets of gloves on to minimise frost bite in the hang. We were scheduled to intercept the target’s at objective voodoo (the park) and we didn’t contemplate the possibility of enemy patrol’s (One of our enemy’s going to the shops) we came to waypoint 3 Charlie (the shops) and was ready to attack in full force. We came to an alley and was briskly walking Troy pushing the trolley when one of the low priority target’s met us half way each one of us carefully put are hands in our pockets ready to draw a ball and fire…
But it was to late he spotted the trolley and turned we drew and hit some carefully placed shots to the head but that didn’t stop him he ran round the corner out of sight and all we could hear was “Snow fight boys!”
“Mow the little sh!ts down!”
Before we new it 3 of our enemy target emerged round the corner each bending down to pick up snow we new this was our opening and bombed them vigorously hoping that they would retreat before one of there ball’s hit us. They ran back where they came and we chased after them thinking we had them where we wanted them but boy were we wrong we ran round the corner and a hail of snow bullet’s came at us each hitting us one after another and the worst part was that we were on ice. Kane went to throw a snowball but a well placed shot from the enemy took his arm out and Kane couldn’t use it for a while one of our comrades named gas can (Michael) shouted
“Kane get to cover and prepare the surprise weapon’s make sure you make a variety”
Kane was the fastest snowball maker I have seen and could easily make around 25 in 5 minutes so he got cracking me Michael and Troy were holing our own but still taking a beating I had aimed a shot above the enemy’s heads onto a light and the ball exploded making there targeting systems go on the blink (The snow powder hit there eyes and they needed to blink a lot) we slaughtered them with a barrage of ball’s and managed to make the prime target slip over. His hands were cut and he was angry there were 7 of them by this time and we were almost ready to retreat to base camp (One of the shops) but then 4 of the enemy troops ran of into the distance.
“Boys the snowballs are ready lets cream em!” Kane shouted and we agreed with him we ran back round the corner and picked up any ball we could use I went for a smallish oddly coloured one but Kane pulled me back by the wrist and said that ones for me.
I threw a ball and hit an enemy troop in the neck and he shouted “ARRRGGGHHH” I thought to myself Kane must of put some effort into these this was a Houdini ball (A layer of snow on the outside and a icy centre that hurts like hell) and Michael followed through with a black ball on the enemy’s hair (All the back ice but really sludgy feels horrible and is just generally bad) one of the troops were down diving behind a car and not only poking his head out to see how the chaos was faring.
For once in this fight things were looking up and the odd pot shot from Kane behind the wall would hit an enemy. Me and Troy both threw Houdini’s at the same time on the same target and took him out he slipped awkwardly throwing a snowball and widely missing. One left the main target and all four of us slowly got closer to him tossing snowball’s in his direction but then the unthinkable happened.
My legs gave and I slipped on ice and landed on my bum in a split second I turned my head behind me only to see snowball’s hurling towards me and my friends I got hit again on the face and shouted out to my friends,
“We’ve been flanked get back to the stash!”
The enemy were taunting us at this time saying things like,
“Haha little sh!ts are gonna die”
And,
“You cant run from this one!”
The enemy had taken our trolley and we only had what was left in our pockets to fight with Michael the strongest out of the lot of us ran around the corner and latched onto the trolley running as fast as he could trying to catch them out at there own game.
The rest was like slow motion each of us getting pummelled by snow ball’s each getting closer to the ground we had lost this one there was no hope now.
Mike never got round to flanking the enemy and left us for dead.
The morel of this story is don’t get in snow fights with 17 year olds unless your older.
Oh err forgot about that snowball that Kane told me not to touch he p!ssed on it and I think at some point in that fight he threw it.
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> Lack of iron and/or sleeping.
Me yes
You?
Lack of iron and/or sleeping.
Well if you read my post yesterday me and my friend got creamed in a snowball fight with a bunch of 17 year olds well I just had a fight with them again this time we were ready.
All was prepared we weren’t going to lose this time and if we didn’t win we were going to draw at the start we found a trolley abandoned and got all the snow we could we filled the trolley up and it made one big snowball. We also came out with layers and layers on so that all our pockets could get full up with ready made snowballs and we each had 3 sets of gloves on to minimise frost bite in the hang. We were scheduled to intercept the target’s at objective voodoo (the park) and we didn’t contemplate the possibility of enemy patrol’s (One of our enemy’s going to the shops) we came to waypoint 3 Charlie (the shops) and was ready to attack in full force. We came to an alley and was briskly walking Troy pushing the trolley when one of the low priority target’s met us half way each one of us carefully put are hands in our pockets ready to draw a ball and fire…
But it was to late he spotted the trolley and turned we drew and hit some carefully placed shots to the head but that didn’t stop him he ran round the corner out of sight and all we could hear was “Snow fight boys!”
“Mow the little sh!ts down!”
Before we new it 3 of our enemy target emerged round the corner each bending down to pick up snow we new this was our opening and bombed them vigorously hoping that they would retreat before one of there ball’s hit us. They ran back where they came and we chased after them thinking we had them where we wanted them but boy were we wrong we ran round the corner and a hail of snow bullet’s came at us each hitting us one after another and the worst part was that we were on ice. Kane went to throw a snowball but a well placed shot from the enemy took his arm out and Kane couldn’t use it for a while one of our comrades named gas can (Michael) shouted
“Kane get to cover and prepare the surprise weapon’s make sure you make a variety”
Kane was the fastest snowball maker I have seen and could easily make around 25 in 5 minutes so he got cracking me Michael and Troy were holing our own but still taking a beating I had aimed a shot above the enemy’s heads onto a light and the ball exploded making there targeting systems go on the blink (The snow powder hit there eyes and they needed to blink a lot) we slaughtered them with a barrage of ball’s and managed to make the prime target slip over. His hands were cut and he was angry there were 7 of them by this time and we were almost ready to retreat to base camp (One of the shops) but then 4 of the enemy troops ran of into the distance.
“Boys the snowballs are ready lets cream em!” Kane shouted and we agreed with him we ran back round the corner and picked up any ball we could use I went for a smallish oddly coloured one but Kane pulled me back by the wrist and said that ones for me.
I threw a ball and hit an enemy troop in the neck and he shouted “ARRRGGGHHH” I thought to myself Kane must of put some effort into these this was a Houdini ball (A layer of snow on the outside and a icy centre that hurts like hell) and Michael followed through with a black ball on the enemy’s hair (All the back ice but really sludgy feels horrible and is just generally bad) one of the troops were down diving behind a car and not only poking his head out to see how the chaos was faring.
For once in this fight things were looking up and the odd pot shot from Kane behind the wall would hit an enemy. Me and Troy both threw Houdini’s at the same time on the same target and took him out he slipped awkwardly throwing a snowball and widely missing. One left the main target and all four of us slowly got closer to him tossing snowball’s in his direction but then the unthinkable happened.
My legs gave and I slipped on ice and landed on my bum in a split second I turned my head behind me only to see snowball’s hurling towards me and my friends I got hit again on the face and shouted out to my friends,
“We’ve been flanked get back to the stash!”
The enemy were taunting us at this time saying things like,
“Haha little sh!ts are gonna die”
And,
“You cant run from this one!”
The enemy had taken our trolley and we only had what was left in our pockets to fight with Michael the strongest out of the lot of us ran around the corner and latched onto the trolley running as fast as he could trying to catch them out at there own game.
The rest was like slow motion each of us getting pummelled by snow ball’s each getting closer to the ground we had lost this one there was no hope now.
Mike never got round to flanking the enemy and left us for dead.
The morel of this story is don’t get in snow fights with 17 year olds unless your older.
All was prepared we weren’t going to lose this time and if we didn’t win we were going to draw at the start we found a trolley abandoned and got all the snow we could we filled the trolley up and it made one big snowball. We also came out with layers and layers on so that all our pockets could get full up with ready made snowballs and we each had 3 sets of gloves on to minimise frost bite in the hang. We were scheduled to intercept the target’s at objective voodoo (the park) and we didn’t contemplate the possibility of enemy patrol’s (One of our enemy’s going to the shops) we came to waypoint 3 Charlie (the shops) and was ready to attack in full force. We came to an alley and was briskly walking Troy pushing the trolley when one of the low priority target’s met us half way each one of us carefully put are hands in our pockets ready to draw a ball and fire…
But it was to late he spotted the trolley and turned we drew and hit some carefully placed shots to the head but that didn’t stop him he ran round the corner out of sight and all we could hear was “Snow fight boys!”
“Mow the little sh!ts down!”
Before we new it 3 of our enemy target emerged round the corner each bending down to pick up snow we new this was our opening and bombed them vigorously hoping that they would retreat before one of there ball’s hit us. They ran back where they came and we chased after them thinking we had them where we wanted them but boy were we wrong we ran round the corner and a hail of snow bullet’s came at us each hitting us one after another and the worst part was that we were on ice. Kane went to throw a snowball but a well placed shot from the enemy took his arm out and Kane couldn’t use it for a while one of our comrades named gas can (Michael) shouted
“Kane get to cover and prepare the surprise weapon’s make sure you make a variety”
Kane was the fastest snowball maker I have seen and could easily make around 25 in 5 minutes so he got cracking me Michael and Troy were holing our own but still taking a beating I had aimed a shot above the enemy’s heads onto a light and the ball exploded making there targeting systems go on the blink (The snow powder hit there eyes and they needed to blink a lot) we slaughtered them with a barrage of ball’s and managed to make the prime target slip over. His hands were cut and he was angry there were 7 of them by this time and we were almost ready to retreat to base camp (One of the shops) but then 4 of the enemy troops ran of into the distance.
“Boys the snowballs are ready lets cream em!” Kane shouted and we agreed with him we ran back round the corner and picked up any ball we could use I went for a smallish oddly coloured one but Kane pulled me back by the wrist and said that ones for me.
I threw a ball and hit an enemy troop in the neck and he shouted “ARRRGGGHHH” I thought to myself Kane must of put some effort into these this was a Houdini ball (A layer of snow on the outside and a icy centre that hurts like hell) and Michael followed through with a black ball on the enemy’s hair (All the back ice but really sludgy feels horrible and is just generally bad) one of the troops were down diving behind a car and not only poking his head out to see how the chaos was faring.
For once in this fight things were looking up and the odd pot shot from Kane behind the wall would hit an enemy. Me and Troy both threw Houdini’s at the same time on the same target and took him out he slipped awkwardly throwing a snowball and widely missing. One left the main target and all four of us slowly got closer to him tossing snowball’s in his direction but then the unthinkable happened.
My legs gave and I slipped on ice and landed on my bum in a split second I turned my head behind me only to see snowball’s hurling towards me and my friends I got hit again on the face and shouted out to my friends,
“We’ve been flanked get back to the stash!”
The enemy were taunting us at this time saying things like,
“Haha little sh!ts are gonna die”
And,
“You cant run from this one!”
The enemy had taken our trolley and we only had what was left in our pockets to fight with Michael the strongest out of the lot of us ran around the corner and latched onto the trolley running as fast as he could trying to catch them out at there own game.
The rest was like slow motion each of us getting pummelled by snow ball’s each getting closer to the ground we had lost this one there was no hope now.
Mike never got round to flanking the enemy and left us for dead.
The morel of this story is don’t get in snow fights with 17 year olds unless your older.