I recall when I went paint balling once, over extended from my team deep into enemy territory trying to flank back around when I got shot in the arm and so did all the necessary shit like put my hands up and yell ‘Hit’ etc, only for the dude who shot me to run past putting the barrel of his gun right on my exposed neck from behind unloading onto my bare skin before sprinting off.
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