Clutch's Dairy E4

Entry 4:

First Contact 10:15 AM The start horn blew. The Club Nationals Team looking like a US Special Forces simulation squad pushed hard into the village toward the opposing team.

I decided to utilize strict military movements. I lowered my center of gravity, sliced the pie around a building, and gave hand signals to a teammate behind me. He ignored my hand signals because he was trying to untangle his shoelaces.

Suddenly, a hail of BBs rained down upon us. It sounded like someone dropped a massive bag of marbles on a metal roof. A single BB struck me directly in the knuckle. I had no idea plastic could hurt that much. My soul briefly left my body. I froze, completely forgetting the word for being hit. Instead of yelling "Hit!" like a professional, I just shrieked, "Ow, my hand!" and dropped to my knees.

A junior player wearing sweatpants sprinted past me and yelled, "Go back to spawn, noob!" and shot my shoelace teammate in the rear.

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