My name is Ball, Paint Ball (circled in red). I am a special self reconstructing plastic paintball. My purpose is to reduce the amount of paint balls needed by players. My favourite part of my job is I get to hurt lots of people, and I mean lots. The fun that comes with my profession is nothing in compare to the attention I get from my co-workers. The animosity that I bring about is too good and it always makes me amped for the next shot. The cold metal of the guns barrel is refreshing on a long day. Then the thrill of being fired like a bullet before I touch skin is AMAZING! I also get to see the world whizz past my face before I make contact. The smell of paint is riveting and the sound of CO2 pushing me forth is exasperating. He taste of human skin is gross, which is the one downside to this great job. It is really salty and dry. The only thought in my head before I land a hit is, Am I ever gonna hurt this kid. Once we tried making a paintball and dirt bike combo where you ride around shooting each other. One other time we had a huge war with like two hundred people and one side was playing the part of an army core with armor, where the other had a more militia style to them with little to no padding. Of course their were more unarmoured players but they still lost a lot more men. I also met a good friend on one of our crazy games named KTM Sx 125 he is a dirt bike, and a smart one for their kind. The thrills definitely out weigh the down sides of this job.
