| Well, I suppose I've put this off enough. For the record, I do have some good excuses for why I didn't write this earlier. After we got in last night, I was getting something to eat when some of the guys got back from renting movies. They had one called "Bad Taste" (not what you might think), and said I had to watch it. To give a brief overview, it was a british action movie. You heard me, a british action movie. And Bond wasn't in it. The plot centered around alien shapeshifters coming to Great Britain and slaughtering an entire farming village to take back to their home planet for use in fast food eateries. Thus, an elite group of four of England's top operatives is dispatched to investigate. I'm not making any of this up. What is great is that the movie had such a pitiful budget that the special effects are for the most part cheap gore, and it is so horribly bloody and cheesy that it's hilarious (Example: one of the commandos fires a rocket launcher at the head alien who is standing in a gaping hole in a house. The rocket misses him, flies out a window, and proceeds to blow a passingby sheep into oblivion. I almost fell out of my chair and I laughed for five straight minutes.) By the time the movie was over, it was late, and I had class at 8:30, so I went to bed. After class, since my calc teacher had said we didn't need to come today, I took an 8 hour nap. Wow, how I love college. Allright, so at ten till midnight we all assembled in the hallway. By all I mean the five of us who were ready, this is really starting to blow the way no one has any enthusiasm. So we head out early to let our eyes get used to the dark. Outside there is a bit of fog, which does a great job of setting the mood for mayhem. We decide to try a stealthy approach and head up behind Battenfeld this week. We come down by the fountain and spread out. The plan is to wait for Pearson to come out on the street looking for us, and then rush down behind them and slaughter them. Unfortunately, after yelling their happy loopy days, Pearson sits on the FE for about three minutes, as if looking for us, and then GOES BACK INSIDE!!! So we're pretty pissed off, until we see a couple Battenfeld guys creep out. Apparently a few more from our hall decided to come out, and they were walking down to Pearson. The BF's start throwing balloons at them, and don't seem to notice the rest of us, so we start heading back towards them. Isaac reaches them first, and runs behind and starts spraying. The rest of us catch up, and pretty soon the BF's were caught in a crossfire. They eventually worked their way inside, and so we set up shop outside their fire escape. Their problem is that the ground comes up a lot closer to their FE, so even though it is a three story building, at parts it's only like two, so we could easily reach the top with our guns. They tried to make a doorway run like Pearson does, one guy came out, threw a couple balloons, and headed for the front door. only problem was that when he got there it was locked, and he didn't know the code, so he had to run back through us, and was completely drenched by the time he got in. After that they started simply popping open a door, throwing some balloons, and then running back inside. To head this off, I snuck up under their FE where they couldn't see me, and worked my way up until I was just below and beside their door, and then I hugged the wall. Eventually the door opened, and one guy actually looked around to make sure no one was waiting for him, but he missed me, so when he charged out, I immediately opened fire on him with my cps1200, from about three feet away, right to the face. He couldn't see crap and dropped his balloons and ran back inside. As the night went on, we worked out an effective firing scheme, in which there were two guys on each of the two doors, and the rest ranged out between them to give backup. The best part was we didn't even have to go back to the hall to reload, we used the BF faucet that was right there. After about thirty minutes of this, they figured out they couldn't beat us with those tactics and changed them. They ran out and set up a hose on the faucet, and started spraying. Fortunately we had had practice with this last week, so Micah charged them and immediately kinked it. I was right behind him, and so we had two kinks going. At this point they got reinforcements, so unlike last week, we had to wrestle about three guys apiece to keep a hold on it. They also took on the annoying habit of grabbing our guns and taking them, so I had to start throwing punches to keep a hold of my two (hey Steve, I actually got to use that disarming move you taught me, it was beautiful, the guy had no idea how I did it). After fifteen minutes of this, though, they figured out that they weren't going to get us to let go, so they gave up and disconnected it. Since they were all soaked, and out of balloons, we decided to call it a night. We all headed back to the hall, and along the way Isaac let loose at pearson with some british insults, I don't remember them all but "wankers" figured prominently into it, and I called them "bloody cocksmokers" (I've watched Clerks 8 times in the past 4 days, and Jay's language is starting to rub off on me, Issac inspired me to add the "bloody" part). When we got to the hall I realized we still had 15 balloons left that we had planned to use with the launcher. Not wanting to waste a perfect opportunity, I got Isaac and Chris to come back outside for some target practice. Instead of shooting from the edge of pearson's range like we usually do, we set up way on the hill, a little higher than their FE, near Battenfeld. The idea is that next week we will launch an assault WHILE they're yelling the happy loopy days, so they have to come out. The first couple shots actually flew over Pearson, but Isaac got his range down pretty soon and started nailing the third floor on a regular basis. Now, we were far enough away that there was a delay of about two second between launching and hitting, so we had to wait to see if we were successful. Eventually Isaac let one shot go that looked like it was perfectly aimed. We were watching it, but since they were black balloons we couldn't follow it to well. We were trying to see where it hit, when there was a sudden *splat-zzzzz* and THE LIGHT OUTSIDE THEIR FIRE ESCAPE WENT OUT!!!! We immediately hauled balls out of there, giggling like maniacs, and couldn't stop laughing when we got back to the hall. All in all, I feel that it was a productive evening, and am looking forward to springing our ambush next week. Aur Revoir Matt |