This, Is, War.

It's war time, time for me to do what men do, fight. It's what we've always done, we fight to see who's better, who's stronger, who's greater.

"WHat are you talking about!?!"

I'm talking about paintball! one of the greatest games ever created! You run, you jump, you dive and crawl, there's shooting and yelling and pain. yes, it's only a little, but there's pain.
I love playing paintball, someone asked me "how do you play? what's your style?"
I put it this way: I don't join the front line, i make the front line.
Why not!? it's a game, what's the point if you're not getting shot at and making guys pee their pants because they've never seen a player as psychotic as you? I like the feeling of running up to a spot, and realizing, the only people in front of you are the ones you want to shoot, where's the rest of your team? hiding in some bunker behind you, that's a real fight.
If you don't walk down that hall, with a gigantic splatter all over your mask or hopper, you weren't fighting hard enough.

Which brings me to this: I got a set of plain Artist trading cards!

"what does that have to do with paintball?"

nothing!

Artist trading Cards, artists make them, and trade them... like every other kind of trading cards, except you make them yourself.
I'm excited to make them, and trade them with other artists.
Which brings me to other news!

I'm going to be in an art show!
I'll post details when i get them, but it's going to be sweet, my very first art show! yay!
I'm a happy man.

- war, without it, would men ever have peace?

- Ernie