Post by Pirate the Ridikulous on Nov 4, 2011 2:25:29 GMT -5
G... I am really drunk... so I read most of that but I'll try to answer it all.
First off... I am really drunk because I've been drinking in memory.
The Guitarist from GWAR "Flattus Maximus" was found dead late Thursday night. Corey Smoot (his real name, and a friend of mine *yes, I have met them. The band is from Richmond, VA afterall*) was found dead as the band went to cross the border in to Canada on their current tour. So at some point this weekend, we're taking a shot for a favorite of TH~C. And I'm playing 'Fucking An Animal'
As for game rules. You better have your marker visible when barrel tagging. I had a pistol tucked under my jersey, barrel tagged 14 or 15 guys, and the last guy FLIPPED THE FUCK OUT because my marker was not visible. I walked straight up the tape line, picking up NERF rockets, then dropped my bag and started tagging bitches. I told one guy that he was dead, he turned around, flipped the fuck out, and shot me 13 time (fucking automatic guns). Then a Purple Shirt ref (Purple = Somewhat important) said "You are both out!"
Granted, when the fucker shot me 13 times I kind of dropped and put my hand up (all shots were in my stomach). But the fucker attempted to argue that because my pistol was hidden, it didn't count. The ref just said "Dude, he barrel tagged a dozen guys. He never made any signal that he was NOT a live player, and he's clearly showing his WARSAW tape. You're out".
There are fuckers from NATO that STILL know me as "That dude who barrel tagged at least two dozen guys and shot HIS OWN TANK to make them believe it. *Some NATO dudes has a working Automatic NERF launcher. I walked up acting really interested in it, shot a WARSAW tank, told them how awesome their launcher was... then barrel tagged all 3 of them*
Anyway. I got directions to the German restaurant. It's 11 minutes from the field according to Google Maps (so it's really like, 8). That's where my Dad and I are going for Dinner Saturday. I couldn't get a deal on paint (The guy I know who works at Valken isn't even going to be there. The other girl I know doesn't work for them anymore).
See you fuckers tomorrow night!!!
First off... I am really drunk because I've been drinking in memory.
The Guitarist from GWAR "Flattus Maximus" was found dead late Thursday night. Corey Smoot (his real name, and a friend of mine *yes, I have met them. The band is from Richmond, VA afterall*) was found dead as the band went to cross the border in to Canada on their current tour. So at some point this weekend, we're taking a shot for a favorite of TH~C. And I'm playing 'Fucking An Animal'
As for game rules. You better have your marker visible when barrel tagging. I had a pistol tucked under my jersey, barrel tagged 14 or 15 guys, and the last guy FLIPPED THE FUCK OUT because my marker was not visible. I walked straight up the tape line, picking up NERF rockets, then dropped my bag and started tagging bitches. I told one guy that he was dead, he turned around, flipped the fuck out, and shot me 13 time (fucking automatic guns). Then a Purple Shirt ref (Purple = Somewhat important) said "You are both out!"
Granted, when the fucker shot me 13 times I kind of dropped and put my hand up (all shots were in my stomach). But the fucker attempted to argue that because my pistol was hidden, it didn't count. The ref just said "Dude, he barrel tagged a dozen guys. He never made any signal that he was NOT a live player, and he's clearly showing his WARSAW tape. You're out".
There are fuckers from NATO that STILL know me as "That dude who barrel tagged at least two dozen guys and shot HIS OWN TANK to make them believe it. *Some NATO dudes has a working Automatic NERF launcher. I walked up acting really interested in it, shot a WARSAW tank, told them how awesome their launcher was... then barrel tagged all 3 of them*
Anyway. I got directions to the German restaurant. It's 11 minutes from the field according to Google Maps (so it's really like, 8). That's where my Dad and I are going for Dinner Saturday. I couldn't get a deal on paint (The guy I know who works at Valken isn't even going to be there. The other girl I know doesn't work for them anymore).
See you fuckers tomorrow night!!!