| There is nothing more pathetic than a person so lazy that he procrastinates on his own recreational activity. Not only have I yet to complete my calc assignment that was do yesterday, but today I found out that they can not possibly remove my scholarship in under two years (insert twisted evil grin here) This means that I can have no obligations for 24 months, at which point I will be thrown out of the university, most likely never to see the hallowed halls of higher learning again......eh. So yes, I've actually been putting of this LDR for three hours (is it possible to have writers block about loopy day?), and in this time I have amused my self by comparing and contrasting the two different versions of the ewoks "Yub Yub" song that I have, and expressing their strong points. I have also been creating fictional nicknames and applying them as sexual innuendoes for the amusement of my defacto roommates. But that's more than you really want to hear about me anyways. Pre-LD prep went as usual, we started filling balloons at about twenty after, kicked in the punk music at t-30 (you guys can let the Flatts know that they actually have a following here, people really like their one 8.5 minutes Clark Kent cd I have, must have poor taste) and filled the guns. After the obligatory Keasby Nights we head out just in time to reply to Pearson's call, I won't even repeat what was said. Then we started filing out, only to have balloons immediately falling about us. I suspected Battenfeld at first, but found out it was Derek, one of our own guys, up on the FE. We moved out of range and strolled down towards no man's land, and at this point BF begin to bombard us. I give them credit for getting good distance with just their arms, but they're so bad they couldn't even hit a baby elephant. We ignored them and focused on Pearson, who had turned out a decent number of guys with balloons. I should mention at this point that we were only able to get together five guys at first: Isaac, Micah, John, Adam, and myself, although over the course of events our ranks swelled to seven. Well, the normal standoff occurred, until they started throwing. We easily dodged, and darted in amongst them to soak. They're FE brigade tried to hit us at this point, with no luck, and we backed off to the front of their hall again. Another two or three scuffles took place, with surprisingly few doorway raids this time (I guessed they learned their lesson). Battenfeld became more bothersome, so Isaac, Micah, and I headed up to take care of them. They showed some brains this time, and had a guy on ground level with a hose to keep us back. I crept up to the corner he was at and sprayed around it, but I don't think I accomplished much. Me and Micah then went back to Steve to reload. We were walking, and he was ahead of me, when he suddenly took off running. I followed, and when I got to the front of our hall I found that three Pearson guys had set up a hose on our faucet and were trying to hold us off. Micah rushed them and kinked their hose so the water merely trickled out. I reinforced him and kinked it about three times and forced the dripping nozzle to the Pearson guy's back. It then became a grappling match as Micah tried to turn off the faucet, I tried to keep the hose kinked and pointed away from us, and the Pearson guy tried to spray us. We were doing pretty well until one of his friends tried to dump a mopbucket on us. I batted it out of his hand, but had to let go of the nozzle, so the hose guy got me pretty wet. Then the other Pearsonian joined in, but by this time our guys were getting back and administering pointblank face hosing to the Pearsons, and they called it off. They left with their hose, mumbling something about that's what we get for taking their trashcans, and we mocked them heartily, the daff buggers. When I made it back to the Battlefield, I found out that BF was pouting like Achilles in his tent, because Isaac had snuck around their hall, turned off their faucet, and then soaked all their guys. This left us to focus on Pearson. They were bombarding with balloons again, but we had to call game off for a minute while a taxi drove by. Then, in what is indisputably the stupidest thing Pearson has done since I got here, someone nailed the hood of the cab with a balloon, at which point it sped of. We continued our fight for another ten minutes, when, predictably, a cop pulled up, turned on his lights, and went to talk to the Pearson guys. We went to wait by BF, and make sure they were staying in. the cop left after about 10 minutes (unfortunately without any Pearsonites in tow) and we resumed the battle. In a new tactic, we spread wide out in a circle of their FE, with some of us so far away as across the street and in the Sellards yard. John snuck up the alley behind their hall, and we all charged at once. I was originally going for the guys on their porch, but two of them took off after John, so Isaac and I followed them. John returned fire , and they retreated, only to run into the two off us as they ran back, making them easy targets for a soaking. The three of us waited in the alley until Micah joined us, and since he was already soaked, he charged their fire escape and once more kinked the hose. We filed in and laid down a few tanks of water, and then backed off when they got their third floor bucket filled. At this point they stopped venturing out on the ground, so we set up the launcher. Unfortunately their were very few targets outside, and they were smart enough to dodge behind FE doors. So we shifted to the side for a straight on angle, and it was then that we had the shot of the night. Isaac let go with a perfectly aimed balloon that went past the guy on the FE, and flew down their hall, we couldn't even see it burst it went so far down. With only two balloons left, we shifted to easier game, the Sellards girls on their lawn watching the festivities. The first one fell short, but the second flew right past them and burst by them, at which point they began screaming at us, and we in turn yelled at Pearson for being such asses and shooting at girls. Laughing like madmen we headed back to the hall, where we ran into Derek headed out with a fresh batch of balloons. We let loose on him with our guns, and then headed inside to get the rest of the guys on our FE. By the time we got there the only one outside was Leo (the large Russian guy who you don't want to spray) so we dragged Derek out there and let him have it again. Then we called it a night and retreated to our own personal lairs to revel in our glory. Well, that's it for this week, hope you enjoyed it. Until next week, yub yub. Matt |