: About Me

The horn sounds, you run for your life sliding into the nearest bunker. You bounce off it for just a moment; the CO2 tank is freezing against your skin. Gripping your gun you stealthily peer off the side of the bunker, adrenaline pouring into your veins. A black figure slips out from his covering, and with the lightning quick speed of your fingers he flinches violently then walks off the field in pure disappointment. A small smirk appears on your face. Within only seconds their attention is on you, you pull back fast, as you feel the pounding of the paint explode on the top of your bunker....