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What you gonna be shooting?

I was a gun whore. I went through 5 guns in 3 months.

Then I quit... no time, too much money.

Lets see. Electra, tippy, some other shit, cocker, and my fav. 1989 re-made traccer

BTW i have a jt 68. cu in tank cover, mantis pro 3+2 pack, and a bunch of other stuff for sale if you want it

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heh...people who like airball/hyperball/speedball tend to spend a shitload more money and get alot more involved in paintball than just the woodsballers

though it is fun to go to woodsball fields and dominate the little noobies....and get some attention in the staging area :cool:

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heh i remember when these little kids followed me and my bro onto the 3 man xball field at my local woodsball field (they just made it, reaaall nice) and then after the first game when i went to get some air and clean off my goggles, got shot in the feedneck and sprayed my face, and i heard the kid complaining on how he "was too big for the bunker" yet hes like 13 and barely 5 feet tall...i felt like shouting "OH EM EFF GEE NOOB LEARN TO PLAY TIGHT" but of course i didnt :whistle:

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xmas story i saw on another forum

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,

not a creature was stirring, 'cept Johnny DeLouse.

He polished his gun and topped the agitator,

awaiting old Santa, who'd be by some later.

A cruel trick Santa played on last Christmas day,

when he left poor Johnny a cheap old Stingray.

He worked through the summer as a grocery shelf stocker,

and he saved and he saved for a trick Autococker.

He awaited St. Nick in a tactical crouch,

his cammies matched perfect, his mom's brand new couch.

His red dot cast eerie a glow on the place,

as he waited for Santa to show his fat face.

When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,

that Johnny got ready for Santa to splatter.

He pulled down his Spectras and chambered a ball,

'cause Santa was here, and was fixing to call.

Now Santa's no dummy, he has intuition,

he took down the chimney his own ammunition.

He wore an Intruder and sported a Mag,

A case of RP tucked away in his bag.

That volley which followed was more than just fair,

the paintballs collided in the midst of the air.

Johnny dove for new cover, and Santa moved too,

the place would be wrecked before they were through.

As their hoppers went empty and their shooting did quit,

Johnny wiped off his goggles, he couldn't see $hit.

Old Santa was crouching on one ancient knee,

and stacking the presents under the tree.

Johnny was aiming to shoot at him some more,

when the sight in his sights made his jaw hit the floor.

Santa ignored him, in his eye was a glisten,

as he layed out for Johnny a nitrogen system.

He went up the chimney as quick as he'd come,

he left Johnny dripping paint, emotionally numb.

He'd ambushed old Santa and was now feeling mean,

but Santa laughed last, he left him to clean.

Johnny straightened the stockings and he wiped up the paint.

He cleaned until morning, he thought he might faint.

Santa's an awesome player, he thought in his head,

as he trudged to his bedroom and into his bed.

Don't wait up for Santa on this Christmas Eve,

that jolly old fat guy has a trick up his sleeve.

If you've revenge in your eye like Johnny delouse,

you'll only get spanked and end cleaning the house.

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