Paintball Story

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.

School Ending Voice

Finally, it's over! it's so wonderful not a book within a eyes glance and am I ever happy. School is always so lame. It is torture incarnate and now it has come to its end. This Summer I am going to traverse the beach waters and game it up like never before. I am beaming with joy that I get to play games all day and night. How glorious it will be. Then I will have friends over for days on end. I will beat Red Dead Redemption (Video Game) and play with my friends online all the time. This will be the Greatest Summer Ever!





This will be the absolute worst summer ever. First we have to visit my relatives in Quesnel. It is always lame because we never do anything fun. Then we come back with chores like lawnmowing, weedwhacking and getting rid of hidden "land mines" thanks to my dog. I think it is uderly terrible. It is also too hot to be outside and you get sun burns at the beach even if you have sun block. The weeks that you spend mending those are so boring. Plus it is only two months I want it to be longer. This will be the worst summer ever.

Uninvited Guests

David was finally home from the Mental Institute. It had been a long seven months without any contact with friends and he was grateful that he got released. He was told there would be a bombing by Germans, so he went looking for some candles. Since the bombers would be there tonight, the lights would be out in town. Stomping, he reached the bottom of the stairs. He went down there because his candles were downstairs.

After He was downstairs, he got the candles and decided to take up the radio. He look around for the radio, he grabbed it after locating the radio then he noticed a new, very small door. Then he saw the knob turn. Panicked, David bolted for the stairs and dropped the radio. His heart was pounding. He was sure he had seen the doorknob turn. he tried to calm down, but couldn't. He went to count his candles then realized he had no radio.

David was panicking like a psycho again. He told himself it was okay and went back for his radio. When he was back downstairs the small door was gone, but something was amiss. He turned to see a short humanoid. It had a crazy look in its eye and a torch in hand. It merely bore its teeth and lit the house ablaze. Then the dwarfish being bounded at him and clawed him, especially his arm. The house burned down. David was not found and thus assumed killed by the flaming debris from his roof.

This was my interpretation of the picture from the book Uninvited Guests.

The Tale of Dooms Coming

Chaos had laid waste to the land. Demons had made settlements burn and their realm continued to grow. Death swiftly took many lives and mounds of dead were everywhere. As the strength of evil grew, farms were destroyed and forests eaten by flame. The men that had contested this evil were fell quickly and they were all but forgotten. The power of darkness continued to bolster until it became of awesome proportions.

The leader of the Dark forces, Diablo, had rallied his dark brothers to attack the final stronghold of man. Soon the fortress would be under siege and humanity wiped from the planet. The lord of Deaths power beyond compare, he was ready for the final showdown. Doom loomed over humanities fortress like a serpent over a mouse. The Darkness was ready to destroy its enemy. Obviously, humanity would fall by midday tommorow.


The wall was coming down, and nothing but the yells of falling archer could be heard. Humanities death eminent, darkness felt as though it had won the day. Of the remaining few warriors many had retreated but not five, one an archer, a swordsman, followed by two spears and a genuine hero of sorts. They stood and fought and fell to the blade and bow of Darkness. Until only the hero remained and charged the leader of Doom. As he brought around his blade the Demon tried to punch him only to be gutted and fall dead. The charge of Chaos stopped and humanity killed the remaining Demons. Knights stood in awe as their warrior brother fell the Grand Demon. It was a ridiculous feat and yet a mere man had done it with ease.

!)Diablo
@)Death
#)Awesome
$)Ridiculous
%)Knights
^)Genuine
&)Obviously
*)Doom
()Serpent
))Chaos

Just Hired!

I was just given a job at KFC. While in may be making money, it is a little bit gross. Yesterday I had to carry sixteen boxes of beheaded chickens into the back. The worst part of it all is my boss is a total loser and hates everyone that works here. Sleepily, he takes breaks while we work. His name Mr. Hitlostofsk. I'm terrified of him because he always says he is going to shoot people and cook their skull for more, "chicken". Amazed, that nobody has told him off yet I asked around work and found out that he is mental and 96% insane. One co-worker had been curled up in a corner yelling, " He will get you all". We decide to leave him alone because, well just because. Imaginativly, I pictured the out come of this man word, would our boss kill us? Praying against my thoughts, I hoped to find answers. This job was becoming very irritating.

Sneakily crawling through his office after he was gone, you'd be surprised of the places size, I looked for a hint as to his past. I first checked his filing cabinet for any record of his life. Inside there was a paper marked Mr. Hitlostofsk, so I used common sense and checked. It said his real name was Hilford Munishinski and I said he was really from Russia. I read on to find he was an ex-Spetznas operative. Startled, I took the page and continued to the desk only to find a picture of a Russian man holding a flag that had a person impaled around the base. That person looked much like him but less old. It was a newspaper picture saying Mr. Munishinski was dead in 1996, fourteen years earlier. How could that be? If he was dead how would he be at work? so many questions, maybe the drawer will hold answers. I opened it and found one thing a minute knife with six notches in it. It was late, possibly midnight when I left. I was surprised because I thought he was just crazy now I knew he was trained to be full on psycho. Sneaking out off work and back home nothing except the thoughts of what I found was going through my head.

The next day, I got to work and continued as usual. Suddenly, I heard a loud yell and went to whoever it had been's aid only to find a grease fire. It was KFC what else do you expect, but it seemed as if the fire was containing it self until it suddenly went out. Yelling, to my co-worker we found in the fire a dead man, the crazy guy, his name tag said Steve. Wait name tag? Only we have those. I wasn't that concerned because I hadn't met him more than once. I decided to call the cops, but they couldn't come for three hours! We needed to wait it out with a insane boss and a dead guy. a hour later we were doing our jobs when another scream was heard. We checked it out to find a dead new guy. We knew the cops were coming so we waited. Exhausted, both mentally and physically, I found the boss in his office putting two more notches on his knife. I wondered if it was him who killed those two and thats what the notches were about. Luckily, I left before he noticed.

Rue Non sentanc es

1.) all the time I play games that are fun and that are cool and one time I went and I wanted to play a newer game but did own it so I had to make get my dad to buy it for me.

2.) one time I was fighting in a game and I died so I went and grabbed a stick and then I went and clubbed Styrofoam with the wrench because I was bored of the game and stuff.

3.)Somebody started a war to get oil because oil is money and money is power and if they han't less people would be dead.

4.)The game borderlands is lame cause all you do is shoot stuff and try to do lame mission that make no sense and it isn't a very entertaining game unlike diablo were you use medieval weapons

5.) werewolves are weird cause they eat people and aren't people but are people so it is alittle confusing and twilight is the worst movie ever don't watch it looks crazy lame