operation angler Jul 25, 2010 11:33:17 GMT -5
Post by wunmanband on Jul 25, 2010 11:33:17 GMT -5
It was 2300 hours, and my small squad of guerrilla bad asses were in the last stand against the larger force, known as "the red team". The air was clouded with the usual jungle sounds of screaming howler monkeys and snoring giraffes. I looked at my team and said "Boys, we might not get out of this one un-welted. It was an honor fighting with you. Also, my dad will be here in like ten minutes with the pizzas." They nodded, and i knew in my heart that they understood. Tyler, the D.M. stood up, and said, "but captain, red team is going to be here any second!" I stood there nobly as patriotic music started playing in the background, and the camera angle panned down and caught my silhouette against the moon. "not on my watch." I stated heroically. "R.A.A.K. on three!" I yelled. "one, two, three, R.A.A.K.!" The whole team was cheering and then I told them that somebody had to draw the team from their encampment. After a few precious moments of silence I told them I would do it. Slowly I sneaked across the bridge and up the right side of the field. I could see them on the very edge, drawn closer by the rest of my team's light sticks. I flipped mine, so it was on my back. My teammates behind me could see me, whilst the enemy could not. I was in my element. Most people believe that there is no lone wolf role in airsoft, but I beg to differ. Sometimes, the most important role is that of the lone wolf. The lone wolf role can be utilized as bait, a distraction, or sometimes he can pull a "dick marcinko" and just totally rape ass. The latter was my job. Slowly, I went up to midfield, and placed a flashlight in the "V" of a tree. There was six or seven enemy troops advancing up the left of the field, totally unaware of my presence. I clicked on the light, and darted away silently. Instantly, they all looked at the light, and opened fire. As they were shooting, I used this opportunity to circle around to their flank. Once they moved close enough to secure the light, they realized it was a set up. Right at that moment, The 3 other members of R.A.A.K. started laying down buckets of plastic. The red team dove for cover, and started returning fire. I slowly started advancing to the man on the far left, who was staggered behind the rest of his team. Knife kill. I then Opened up on full auto and let out my best war cry and mowed down the other six players. I was hailed a hero, and was awarded high fives and compliments. Then we had some pizza. Cause i'm a baller.