Today I was in a battle for my life, brother against brother fighting to stay alive. Balls flying through the air inches away from impact so close to death you can almost feel death whispering in your ear. Thankfully you would come back to life seconds later and then go eat some chips or drink a little bit of water so you were ready for the next battle.
Paint balling is a very painful sport, if you could ever call it that. It was a ton of fun though I loved it. We didn't use guns though we used wrist rockets which were very hard to get used to especially not squishing the paint balls or hitting yourself with it. I did end up hitting a couple of people, but Adam was definately the best at and he hit me really hard in the shoulder, but I will heal. The only down side to it is that it was so humid and hot that there was an abundance of sweat and the paint balls would start to melt and squish when you picked them up. I also had exercised earlier that day so I was not as active as I could have been. By the end of two hours we were all bushed, a pan of blonde brownies was devoured then we all went home. We were expecting to do something after, but the tired and stinkiness got to us and were to exhausted to even talk very much.
I LOVE PAINT BALLING!!!
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