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Wanna scrap?
Ok, this is how it went. Relatively small story. So enjoy.
I was playing one match against my lil' bro and his friend and I whipped around one end of the field and slammed a shot into his friend's arm. Then I saw my little brother and he was shootin' directly near me. I dove to a bunker and hid behind it until I didn't hear anymore shots. Then got up and got him straght in the chest.
When we were done and I was walking off the field to put my stuff away his friend jumps on my back and he tackles me. I drop to my knees and then they start beating on me until I'm on the ground trying to get up.
Later I got back at my bro by taking the water hose and hosed them down in the front yard when my bro's friend was leaving. They were two big watery messes. Ahh... The good old days... (This was two months ago)
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Wanna scrap?
