Post by Kz on Jul 4, 2004 16:50:41 GMT -5
An ordinary day to some of the heartless world out there, just another day for myself. A darkened cloud of saddness mixed with the depression of the night strangled my desires, so I skipped breakfast that morning. Sure they all say their moms are worse, but I was no fool, I knew well the horrid displays of anger my mother threw off when I was born. The yelling, the screaming, the push him backs I heard, it was no matter. I knew I meant nothing, so I got into the car as she waved goodbye. After the torture of driving on a dirt road for what seemed like an infinity of hell, we arrived at a broken down barn where I saw my truth in the matter. The barn was lifeless, as was our "game" as they referred to it as I looked, but saw no exsistence.
We waited for minutes on and on, but nothing came. The same stillness was here as it is when your on the crapper and your one with god. What seemed to feel like forever, really did. An hour passed as a car pulled up and three individuals pulled out. I was knew to the gang, I still don't know any names ater being introduced a thousand times, but who cares? A name is just a label, one i didnt exactly care for since th death of our dog. After another 30 minutes of waiting, they decided they forgot supplies for the "game" and left. As did we as soon as the main person showed only a short hour and a half late. I was delighted, or was I in hell realising people don't exactly know what time it was while they were sleeping? Psshh... I figured I'd let um off, since I was the new guy. We fgured we were thirsty, we werent playin, and no one was here, so why not go get drinks so we did.
That Propel water was the heaven of my hell as I returned with my drinks. When we returned many people had arrived, a whole 11 people, just about the whole airsoft population in the 80's. We decided to talk for about another hour which seemed like much longer... then we decided to play... play the game...
The game started as we were attacking us four against six defenders. This seemed alittle abstract and unfair but I didn't care, death wasn't of the matter to me, nor was life. I sat in a ditch with my gun pointed up singing myself songs I once knew and loved such as backstreet boys, nsync, and brittney spears, but then, I heard words that I will never forget... "Let's run out to that tractor!" I awoke from my crazed mind's trap and realized the tractor was right infront of the ditch I was lying in. As that one kid I was introduced to opened the door, I shot him in the back once or twice, he gracefully yelled out as he grabbed his back while doing an incredbile spin 180 degrees lookin dead in the whites of my eyes, so I shot him again. I peaked my head into the door and there was yet another hostile enemy awaiting his death he pulled back his springer, and shot, I did an awesome head jive to deke the bb which seemed to chase me in my 3 by 3 ditch. I poked my gun out and shot the giant a few times, as he asked if he hit me... I laughed, "hahaha... no you did not hit me... hahaha," as I crawled out of the ditch and proceeded into the main chamber.
As I walked through the main chamber I couldn't take it any more, it was just too much. I had had enough... I ripped off my mask and I put the silencer to my head, it was time... so I itched my head then lowered the gun back in position. I walked up to the door connected the chamber into the next room where i peaked in and the two individuals were talkin without their guns ready, i opened the door and shot a feew times and missed, then I shot a few more times and hit one of them, then I shot a few more times and hit the other... it was a rush. I started to count in my mind as the one hostile started cursing his way out of the barn, one, two, three, four... I had killed four of the six hostiles on the enemy team, now to find the next two.
I walked into the front room as I looked and saw a lonly room of stillness, it was dead silent except for the firing off of about 6 guns I could hear outside... so I walked out the front door and looked around. I licked my finger and held it up in the air, the wind was a right blowing wind form the way I was facing, but probably a left blowing wind if i turned around... so I began to walk as I peared my head into a window I saw another person across, and he saw me, this was it, it was going to happen, this was the end, this was it, I was going to get him, he was about to die, this was it, here it goes, but... he shot me... i yelled out as i grabbed my chest and fell to the ground as my hand started to bleed intensly... after I arose I saw his dreaded face, but for some reaosn it wasn't the face of an enemy, it was the face of something firmilar, something wholesome, some like someone on my OWN TEAM...
That was it, i rolled back onto the ground and began to cry and lick my wounds on my hand... but thts life ain't it, a bitch... why not just end it like my own teammate did for me... god bless his soul...
We waited for minutes on and on, but nothing came. The same stillness was here as it is when your on the crapper and your one with god. What seemed to feel like forever, really did. An hour passed as a car pulled up and three individuals pulled out. I was knew to the gang, I still don't know any names ater being introduced a thousand times, but who cares? A name is just a label, one i didnt exactly care for since th death of our dog. After another 30 minutes of waiting, they decided they forgot supplies for the "game" and left. As did we as soon as the main person showed only a short hour and a half late. I was delighted, or was I in hell realising people don't exactly know what time it was while they were sleeping? Psshh... I figured I'd let um off, since I was the new guy. We fgured we were thirsty, we werent playin, and no one was here, so why not go get drinks so we did.
That Propel water was the heaven of my hell as I returned with my drinks. When we returned many people had arrived, a whole 11 people, just about the whole airsoft population in the 80's. We decided to talk for about another hour which seemed like much longer... then we decided to play... play the game...
The game started as we were attacking us four against six defenders. This seemed alittle abstract and unfair but I didn't care, death wasn't of the matter to me, nor was life. I sat in a ditch with my gun pointed up singing myself songs I once knew and loved such as backstreet boys, nsync, and brittney spears, but then, I heard words that I will never forget... "Let's run out to that tractor!" I awoke from my crazed mind's trap and realized the tractor was right infront of the ditch I was lying in. As that one kid I was introduced to opened the door, I shot him in the back once or twice, he gracefully yelled out as he grabbed his back while doing an incredbile spin 180 degrees lookin dead in the whites of my eyes, so I shot him again. I peaked my head into the door and there was yet another hostile enemy awaiting his death he pulled back his springer, and shot, I did an awesome head jive to deke the bb which seemed to chase me in my 3 by 3 ditch. I poked my gun out and shot the giant a few times, as he asked if he hit me... I laughed, "hahaha... no you did not hit me... hahaha," as I crawled out of the ditch and proceeded into the main chamber.
As I walked through the main chamber I couldn't take it any more, it was just too much. I had had enough... I ripped off my mask and I put the silencer to my head, it was time... so I itched my head then lowered the gun back in position. I walked up to the door connected the chamber into the next room where i peaked in and the two individuals were talkin without their guns ready, i opened the door and shot a feew times and missed, then I shot a few more times and hit one of them, then I shot a few more times and hit the other... it was a rush. I started to count in my mind as the one hostile started cursing his way out of the barn, one, two, three, four... I had killed four of the six hostiles on the enemy team, now to find the next two.
I walked into the front room as I looked and saw a lonly room of stillness, it was dead silent except for the firing off of about 6 guns I could hear outside... so I walked out the front door and looked around. I licked my finger and held it up in the air, the wind was a right blowing wind form the way I was facing, but probably a left blowing wind if i turned around... so I began to walk as I peared my head into a window I saw another person across, and he saw me, this was it, it was going to happen, this was the end, this was it, I was going to get him, he was about to die, this was it, here it goes, but... he shot me... i yelled out as i grabbed my chest and fell to the ground as my hand started to bleed intensly... after I arose I saw his dreaded face, but for some reaosn it wasn't the face of an enemy, it was the face of something firmilar, something wholesome, some like someone on my OWN TEAM...
That was it, i rolled back onto the ground and began to cry and lick my wounds on my hand... but thts life ain't it, a bitch... why not just end it like my own teammate did for me... god bless his soul...