You yet did not play pejntbol? Then read that you should know about pejntbole but what you precisely will not guess to ask. In general nobody guesses it, does not leave yet on fire line.

On "war" - as on war

I on pejntbol will not go more for any money. In sense - even on a freebie I will not go. No, all there was pleasant to me. And process of game, and nice children who provide it. Even morning bodun after, and that bore in itself(himself) any fresh shades.

Simply categorically it was not pleasant to me, as I behave on the battlefield.

The first game for me has terminated on the first minute, the second too, but soon I have accustomed and in the easy have presoaked a three. Then a four. Surprise by own steepness grew in a shower. Around gibli same "teapots", and I all veins to itself and veins. Even has wasted zazevavshegosja the professional. That has looked at me with reproach, but has told, that I the good fellow.

On base dead men sucked vodka from a neck and showed the hands, what size spheres flied to them. Fighters from firm-organizer smiled and gave a good advice. Izgvazdannyj a paint the front correspondent persuaded not to scorch to it in an objective. Wild squeal was in the distance distributed - so happens, when converges in duel of steam of little girls. Skilled people say, that the woman in fight it is devilishly sexual, and I believe them. As hazardously lovely young ladies kill each other! And you, having aimed in appetizing kamuflirovannuju popku, are literally for shares of second all worries so much...

Has started to darken, the masks which have misted over from a fusel exhaust spoilt the review, but we still had time to win back pair of scenarios, and I all thought - that at me such strange deposit on a shower? In the evening I have asked other neophytes on their sensations. Also has found out something, than I consider it necessary to share with everyone who else deliberates - and whether it is necessary to it to put on a camouflage, to take in hands a marker and to go in razveselyj fake fight.

Probably, costs. At least once. Because fight waits for you, of course, razveselyj, but not so fake. A difference between pejntbolom and real fire contact that from "kalashnikova" behind a bush you will not hide, and from pejntbolnogo "marker" it is possible. All the rest - pure water the life truth. Directly on your eyes the Fighting Charter revives. And if you yet did not smell to gunpowder even no concept you have what will be your reactions under paint hailstones.

Pros say, that the most unpleasant, it when players throw markers and start to beat each other on defeat - hands and feet. Not without reason in Pelevin's story "Short history pejntbola in Moscow" games come to an end with occurrence of the dude with the present automatic machine. About this story of opinion disperse, but at least one of Pelevin's metaphors is absolutely exact. A shot for fun all the same a shot. A gelatinous ball with a food paint it is valid a bullet. Because "game in vojnushku" will involve in mentality of the person the same cursors, as the present war. Pejntbol have not without reason invented for trainings of field investigators of FBI.

Therefore, when to you in a physiognomy the paint will depart, you can lead yourself somehow. Even how to you and in a head could not come. Certainly, such things it is useful about itself the nobility. But prepare to that opening can appear for you not the most flatter.

My hands remember weight of a nuclear ammunition. Pigs in two hundred kilogrammes in weight over me whistled. I know, that such "obkatka tanks". Still to me the boot of the big size repeatedly flied to a head, and as a rule, in a boot there was a foot. Same as I, experienced demobilisations have gone that day on pejntbol much. And all then chorus have told - a hogwash all our previous experience. My friend who has caught a crazy paint by a skull was especially convincing.

To it have got, and in me is not present. I both moved in another way, and did not shoot at all not to find out myself. Though has been obliged - to us have reserved self-destructive distracting maneuver. Something to me in such rasklade was primary not to liking. And when Petja has behind sighed - and has at all ceased to please. With a silent rustle, nobody noticed, I have crept, as a viper, on platform edge. And the beginnings methodically to paint to opponents of a back. Even judges were stunned, as I them am dashing all udelal.

Generally I operated in the best pejntbolnom style - have changed the enemy tactically. But while I, safe, bossed such rejnzherom in another's back, our flank attack has choked. I have not carried out a problem of "condemned man" - peret the tank, delaying fire on myself. All of us have equally won, besides at my expense, but our losses have appeared are unfairly great. From those who should make the way on the left flank, one has escaped only, the small, mobile and skilled.

Next time us with Peter have again thrust in a midfield. But Petja from hit in a head has sharply grown wiser, and on pair we with it zaporoli all Napoleonic plans of command. However, at me zaelo a marker, but I and without that to die was not going to. Simply physically could not reconcile to a role of gun meat. Us have fatherlike scolded for cowardice and have moved on flank. There I have acted even more abruptly, during the responsible moment having thrown the partner. While it undressed under a nut, I am again silent zaburilsja in deep back and have made there uniform slaughter. We have again won, and I again was live.

Instinctively I have groped the most effective tactics of a single survival in fight. Did not run, did not desert - only substituted the personally to shoot more than strangers and not to allow them to kill me. Under a curtain I left fight in general one, with an enemy flag in a teeth and a heap of scalps behind a belt.

Even udelannyj a paint from feet to head Petja on me has not taken offence.

But I have taken offence. First, on the present war me for similar trick shlepnuli. Secondly, I also did not suspect earlier, that I such to drag. Year has passed since then, and I all think, whether justify my inclinations Rembo the policy of a survival for another's bill. Well, probably, that I such imperceptible Joe, but somehow it am ugly, yes?

And the main thing that with all it to understand, it is necessary to go again on pejntbol.