descriptive essay-paintball
...r. I unload all my gear and start getting ready. The others are just arriving too and they are as pumped as me. It’s like we’re about to play in the World Series. As I start walking towards the inflatable bunkered field I picture my self rolling around trying to dodge paint balls coming at me. The field has many inflated bunkers that the players hide behind. They are all colors like a rain bow of hide–a—ways. As we start the game every one runs to their own “secret” position. The wet of the ground makes a couple of them slip so they are hit right away. As I hide behind my bunker I keep a watch on the enemy to see if they see me. This is special to me because it almost feels like war. You hide and if you get shot you are out. As the game progresses the bunkers are now broadened with speckles of different colored markings on them like dotted Easter eggs. I move forward to see whos left it’s me and one other enemy. I make my move and fire in the whole. As the propelled paintball exits my shinny gun barrel a cloud of pink flies out. Pop! I hit him. The game is ove...