This remind me about a little situation that occured to me a while back.
The setting: Me drinking with my friends all day at a wedding, driving back to a cabin we rented to do some more drinking (like we really needed more booze)
LOADED, driving on some country *** back roads almost near canada to get to this cabin (the wedding was in northern NH), blarring music having a grand old time, the next thing I knew I felt stinging on my face and arms and noticed everyone in the car ducking. We stopped the car to figure out what the **** just happened.
We stopped just past a field, and noticed paintball shells in our vehicle. Some were frozen, yes frozen, others were cracked and we were all hit at least once.
Bull****, we started roaming the fields (5 of us in total). So after roaming for some time, I (the drunkest of everyone) stumbed upon one of the shooters.
This guy was pointing the gun at my face laying in the grass hoping I wouldnt see him, dressed in all black. I jumped on him ripping the gun out of his hands screaming bloody murder at him. After I beat him with his own gun over the head, I continued to stand him up and nock him down by hitting him as hard I possibly could in the face. After the 3rd or forth time I found another one laying in the grass, watching is front get beat and gave him, the 2nd one the same treatment. Keep in mind, this is a drunken rage and not just rage. I'm gunna go out there and say a drunken rage is worse because I couldn't give a **** how much pain I was inflicting (normally i'd have a limit and start to feel bad)
I dragged both into the middle of the road to find 5 others lined up by my buddies. 7 in all 1 crying girlfriend. Me feeling a second rage decided to go down the line hitting each one, it was something like out of the movies. My buddy (a town local) knew one of the kids fathers and had called one. Just before the father arrived a tough guy came out of the woods after he watched his buddies get hit. Needles to say he also got what he deserved, unfortunitly the father arrived before we could really **** with them.
The father pulled right up with his truck showing light on the kids faces.... I thought to myself "uh oh" Finally seeing the damage I inflicted. I seriously thought I was going to jail, because I'm pretty sure one kid had a broken jaw, the first kid with the gun definatly had a broken finger, broken nose and some missing teeth. All others were bruised. Thier ages ranged from 18-20 (so you don't think I beat up a 10 year old)
The father took a look at them and shook my hand and said thanks and grabbed them and drove away! HAHAHA
So to finish, poeple don't take kindly to that paintball ****. Being a wise *** isn't going to get you anywhere. I'm not saying that you'd get beat like these guys did but I just know there's always someone bigger,stronger and more crazy than you. You never know who your ******* with until its too late and for your own good just knock off that silly idea and get real.
P.S. Don't bring that nonsense into this community. We're not that kind of community.