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i think i was in 8th grade when i played my first games. The field had a ravine down the left side and what at one point was a service road or something on the right.
well, the first game i played i was in the ravine with a Tippman ProAm. I heard a voice behind me yell Surrender or Die. it was one of the more expeienced guys with an Autococker (which was the thing to ave back then). I spun and squeezed off 3 quick shots and turned his hair white. He walked off muttering that he'd never call surrender again.
Later that day i got sandwiched between friendly fire to the back of my head and opponents fire as we ran to the flag (can't remember what the game was called but it was just random fire as you sprinted to the flag in the middle of the field)
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