Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Saturday, November 9, 2013
airsoft (late Halloween game)
Date: Friday the eighth.
Location: shop (by my house) and outside my house.
participants: (these are all our call signs) Hunter, Gunner, Beast, Red Fox, Falcon, Bandit, Earth-Man, Beanbag, Clay-Doh(!), Beans, myself, and Yorick (our mascot)
Game Modes: team death match, elimination, zombies with the lights off and attack and defense.
Highlights: during one of the zombie matches, myself, Beast, Bandit and Falcon were the soldiers, we were armed only with pistols and flashlights. we start out outside of the shop, open the big door, (that slides into the ceiling) rush in, blast Beans, (whose hiding place wasn't the best) then the door slides shut behind us. then it went dark. we switched our headlights on, and then realized our headlights suck. (not kidding!) so there we were, backed against the (big) door, then somebody starts banging on it! so we're standing there feeling extremely sketched out, and Falcon snapped. he ran off into the dark and was almost immediately attacked. i got the zombie though! Falcon was a wee bit shaky after that. after five minutes of random shooting at shadows, the door opens behind us, and Red Fox and Hunter rush in and proceed to attack while the other zombies rush up behind us, and i, not having any more ammo, and being caught in the corner, proceed to take out my tachatchet, and slaughter all the zombies single handedly. at least that's what should have happened. what really happened was i was brutally slaughtered. along with everyone else. (except for the zombies of course)
During a round of team elimination, (teams of two, trying to kill all the other teams) i got plugged, so i went into the shop, because no one was in there, and i was talking to Beans (who had also been eliminated) we're standing there talking, and Falcon and Red Fox run in, lock all the doors and then proceed to relax and reload. so we're standing there talking, (to deceased souls and two non-deceased yet players) then all of a sudden, the big door opens up (apparently they didn't lock it right) so Falcon takes off to the back, Red Fox jumps behind a barricade, and Beans and I drop. we crawled to the nearest barricade, and while we were sitting there i kept thinking, "this is so dumb, i mean texting in the middle of a wannabe war zone? it's ridiculous!" and being the General (game organizer has it's merits) and being way bored, (after a while the novelty of getting shot wears off) i got up, put my hands over my head, and ended that round.
Conclusion: A little while later we were playing zombies outside, (except the zombies had guns) Red Fox and i were the zombies, the other guys barricaded them selves in the shop, so we kick open the door, blast Gunner, (so he joined the ranks of the special forces undead) and take control of the front room. which, incidentally, has the light switches for the entire shop in it.... which was good for us, but bad for them. that one we had to end early, because everyone had to go home. but they all told me that they wished that we had left the light switches alone.
Moral of the match: taking control of the light switches and ammunition supply=victory.
my favorite bit: hanging out with my friends and doing what we love.
cheers!
Phoenix
Location: shop (by my house) and outside my house.
participants: (these are all our call signs) Hunter, Gunner, Beast, Red Fox, Falcon, Bandit, Earth-Man, Beanbag, Clay-Doh(!), Beans, myself, and Yorick (our mascot)
Game Modes: team death match, elimination, zombies with the lights off and attack and defense.
Highlights: during one of the zombie matches, myself, Beast, Bandit and Falcon were the soldiers, we were armed only with pistols and flashlights. we start out outside of the shop, open the big door, (that slides into the ceiling) rush in, blast Beans, (whose hiding place wasn't the best) then the door slides shut behind us. then it went dark. we switched our headlights on, and then realized our headlights suck. (not kidding!) so there we were, backed against the (big) door, then somebody starts banging on it! so we're standing there feeling extremely sketched out, and Falcon snapped. he ran off into the dark and was almost immediately attacked. i got the zombie though! Falcon was a wee bit shaky after that. after five minutes of random shooting at shadows, the door opens behind us, and Red Fox and Hunter rush in and proceed to attack while the other zombies rush up behind us, and i, not having any more ammo, and being caught in the corner, proceed to take out my tachatchet, and slaughter all the zombies single handedly. at least that's what should have happened. what really happened was i was brutally slaughtered. along with everyone else. (except for the zombies of course)
During a round of team elimination, (teams of two, trying to kill all the other teams) i got plugged, so i went into the shop, because no one was in there, and i was talking to Beans (who had also been eliminated) we're standing there talking, and Falcon and Red Fox run in, lock all the doors and then proceed to relax and reload. so we're standing there talking, (to deceased souls and two non-deceased yet players) then all of a sudden, the big door opens up (apparently they didn't lock it right) so Falcon takes off to the back, Red Fox jumps behind a barricade, and Beans and I drop. we crawled to the nearest barricade, and while we were sitting there i kept thinking, "this is so dumb, i mean texting in the middle of a wannabe war zone? it's ridiculous!" and being the General (game organizer has it's merits) and being way bored, (after a while the novelty of getting shot wears off) i got up, put my hands over my head, and ended that round.
Conclusion: A little while later we were playing zombies outside, (except the zombies had guns) Red Fox and i were the zombies, the other guys barricaded them selves in the shop, so we kick open the door, blast Gunner, (so he joined the ranks of the special forces undead) and take control of the front room. which, incidentally, has the light switches for the entire shop in it.... which was good for us, but bad for them. that one we had to end early, because everyone had to go home. but they all told me that they wished that we had left the light switches alone.
Moral of the match: taking control of the light switches and ammunition supply=victory.
my favorite bit: hanging out with my friends and doing what we love.
cheers!
Phoenix
Thursday, October 17, 2013
airsoft
whoopey! one of my favourite subjects!
first off, what peeves me the most in airsoft is cheating. #1 cheat:WHAP WHAP WHAP! you feel the hits, see the welts, the enemy team player (who just shot you) calls did i hit you!? you reply "no! but close!" see the problem? thing is, the enemy player may have seen you get hit, and you just failed the truth test. no more airsofting for you! that person now knows they can no longer trust you.
#2 i don't actually think there's any other ways to cheat at airsoft, but people have called me and my "axe" cheating, as i didn't actually hit them with a bb. whenever this happens i simply level my tri-shot shotgun, and say "sure it doesn't, but this hurts a lot worse" generally they surrender. (if they don't, three bbs, at point-blank range, to the chest, hurts!)
favourite ways to play!
#1 wearing full combat gear
#2 wearing my (custom made) Imperial Captain's combat uniform (which, sadly, needs repairs owing to the fact that paintballs and cardboard don't mix)
#3 with more than five people!
#4 either in a recon position, or CQC (close quarters combat) although defense is pretty fun.
#5 running as a raving axe murderer
#6 against at least one person who has never played before (especially if they think that i'm not that scary, they can totally take me because they are AMAZING at call of duty, and wearing a face mask is wimpy)
#7 there's really to many to list.
the first time i ever played airsoft:
location: park (before i knew that it was bad to play there)
time: February-ish
age: eleven
it started when my friend handed me a electric Uzi (i wish i knew where to get one), and told me where to put the bbs. we then headed to the park, where the team i was on proceeded to get massacred. it wasn't a terrible lot of fun, but i was intrigued, and looked on Amazon for the cheapest gun i could find (M3O6A Uzi) it was a great gun, survived a years(ish) worth of hard usage, and was pretty powerful for a eleven dollar springer (despite the fact that it looked more like a MPL than a Uzi, i loved it, i just barely fixed my second gun of the same make) i would highly recommend that gun to entry-level players.
spectacular losses:
#1
location: Bandit's place
time: Winter, just after Christmas 2012
game mode: team death match
the "breaking in" of my shotgun, and Bandit's m4
teams: me and Sour cream, armed with my shotgun, his sniper, and a full auto Thompson SMG. vs. Earth-man and Bandit who were armed with a one shot per pump CQC shotgun, and a automatic m4.
first mistake: letting the other team get the high ground.
second mistake: taking cover in the foxhole bandit's got out there.
last mistake: getting shot.
needless to say, we were pretty embarrassed at getting beat by brand-new Deacons.
moral of the story: in two on two, foxholes are a bad idea.
#2 there's really to many to list, but the first time i played, was pretty bad.
after i ran out of ammo with the Uzi, i started to reload, (bad idea in the place where i was at, there was no cover) and being eleven, i ran to the ammo which was sitting in between two of my teammates, in a no cover killing zone, and all three of us were gunned down by a guy with an automatic. aauugghh. not good for morale.
moral of the story: 0 cover = death. (which can be hazardous for the health)
#3 location: the field behind my house (i set up all those barricades myself!)
time: sometime in May.
game mode: Juggernaut
Juggernaut: me
we didn't have any hit limits for the Jugg, he just ran around with an axe and sword (both duct tape!) until he'd had enough. and we were a gun short. (mechanical problems occur after a few rounds with cheap springys) i suit up, two combat jackets (the thin fatigue jackets) and my mask. put on some gloves, and we started. i didn't think springys could pump out that much ammo in so little time! i got hit thirty times! (+!) i didn't quit because of that, i was a wee bit winded. score: three killed out of five. (the last one had my shotgun)
spectacular wins!
#1
first off, what peeves me the most in airsoft is cheating. #1 cheat:WHAP WHAP WHAP! you feel the hits, see the welts, the enemy team player (who just shot you) calls did i hit you!? you reply "no! but close!" see the problem? thing is, the enemy player may have seen you get hit, and you just failed the truth test. no more airsofting for you! that person now knows they can no longer trust you.
#2 i don't actually think there's any other ways to cheat at airsoft, but people have called me and my "axe" cheating, as i didn't actually hit them with a bb. whenever this happens i simply level my tri-shot shotgun, and say "sure it doesn't, but this hurts a lot worse" generally they surrender. (if they don't, three bbs, at point-blank range, to the chest, hurts!)
favourite ways to play!
#1 wearing full combat gear
#2 wearing my (custom made) Imperial Captain's combat uniform (which, sadly, needs repairs owing to the fact that paintballs and cardboard don't mix)
#3 with more than five people!
#4 either in a recon position, or CQC (close quarters combat) although defense is pretty fun.
#5 running as a raving axe murderer
#6 against at least one person who has never played before (especially if they think that i'm not that scary, they can totally take me because they are AMAZING at call of duty, and wearing a face mask is wimpy)
#7 there's really to many to list.
the first time i ever played airsoft:
location: park (before i knew that it was bad to play there)
time: February-ish
age: eleven
it started when my friend handed me a electric Uzi (i wish i knew where to get one), and told me where to put the bbs. we then headed to the park, where the team i was on proceeded to get massacred. it wasn't a terrible lot of fun, but i was intrigued, and looked on Amazon for the cheapest gun i could find (M3O6A Uzi) it was a great gun, survived a years(ish) worth of hard usage, and was pretty powerful for a eleven dollar springer (despite the fact that it looked more like a MPL than a Uzi, i loved it, i just barely fixed my second gun of the same make) i would highly recommend that gun to entry-level players.
spectacular losses:
#1
location: Bandit's place
time: Winter, just after Christmas 2012
game mode: team death match
the "breaking in" of my shotgun, and Bandit's m4
teams: me and Sour cream, armed with my shotgun, his sniper, and a full auto Thompson SMG. vs. Earth-man and Bandit who were armed with a one shot per pump CQC shotgun, and a automatic m4.
first mistake: letting the other team get the high ground.
second mistake: taking cover in the foxhole bandit's got out there.
last mistake: getting shot.
needless to say, we were pretty embarrassed at getting beat by brand-new Deacons.
moral of the story: in two on two, foxholes are a bad idea.
#2 there's really to many to list, but the first time i played, was pretty bad.
after i ran out of ammo with the Uzi, i started to reload, (bad idea in the place where i was at, there was no cover) and being eleven, i ran to the ammo which was sitting in between two of my teammates, in a no cover killing zone, and all three of us were gunned down by a guy with an automatic. aauugghh. not good for morale.
moral of the story: 0 cover = death. (which can be hazardous for the health)
#3 location: the field behind my house (i set up all those barricades myself!)
time: sometime in May.
game mode: Juggernaut
Juggernaut: me
we didn't have any hit limits for the Jugg, he just ran around with an axe and sword (both duct tape!) until he'd had enough. and we were a gun short. (mechanical problems occur after a few rounds with cheap springys) i suit up, two combat jackets (the thin fatigue jackets) and my mask. put on some gloves, and we started. i didn't think springys could pump out that much ammo in so little time! i got hit thirty times! (+!) i didn't quit because of that, i was a wee bit winded. score: three killed out of five. (the last one had my shotgun)
spectacular wins!
#1
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
tripping. (it's bloomin' terrible mate!)
excerpt from the discourses of Joel "Toast" Elliott:
'twas
a dark and quite cold night this e'entide, me mates and i decided to go
to the park, to perform some 'mazing feat of acrobatics, called by the
name of "night games" t'was a wet and dewy nine 'o clock when we played
the game of "a strange apparition in the graveyard!" Cannon lost the
draw, and was hastily "killed" and sent to the graveyard to "die" i,
trying to live up to my nickname of "toast" ('twas nay the best idea.) rushed forward, soon
flushing the apparition out of the "graveyard" and hence, got chased all
the way back to the "safe" zone (being the dum boys we were/are, we chose a
wet table) normally when running away from the ghost the practice is to
run up the bench on to the top of the table. i, being the fastest (tis
true!) reached it first, jumped onto the wet bench, my foot slippeth, my
other knee followest close behind, and low and behold! hits the bench, (i had a rather large bruise for the next few days)
just enough to make me cry "medic!" (and roll on the ground for a bit) i
did not take in to account that i am the medic, so there was no aid.
(except laughing of course).
i can tell of numerous examples where tripping has ended my time in all sorts of games, (fencing, tag, border patrol, airsoft, duct tape swords, black ops, etc...) but the most amazing thing happened yesterday! tripping saved my life during two ball tag! both of the khybers were chasing me, they were chasing me to the far edge, they both throw, i slip on the woodchips (they aren't stable!) pull a ninja twist and both of the thrown dodgeballs fly past and i take off! it was amazing! it went down in ------- parkour history (written by me... to be posted in installments here on this blog) )as the greatest (non-injuring) mistake ever! (the other one, was when McClain was chasing the Ginger ninja III during one ball tag, the ginge tripped on the cement and hurt his knees, as he's lying on the ground Mac throws the ball and misses! from two feet away!) although if you can pull of a trip as a meant to do action, (for instance, turning it into a roll halfway through so it just looks awesome) it ends up pretty good. but i've only been able to do that a few times.
coming soon, how to be a pro at ------ park games.
comment below if you would like to learn how to be a (park) medic!
cheers!
Toast
September 27.
dramatis personae:
Cannon, Joel, and assorted nincompoops.i can tell of numerous examples where tripping has ended my time in all sorts of games, (fencing, tag, border patrol, airsoft, duct tape swords, black ops, etc...) but the most amazing thing happened yesterday! tripping saved my life during two ball tag! both of the khybers were chasing me, they were chasing me to the far edge, they both throw, i slip on the woodchips (they aren't stable!) pull a ninja twist and both of the thrown dodgeballs fly past and i take off! it was amazing! it went down in ------- parkour history (written by me... to be posted in installments here on this blog) )as the greatest (non-injuring) mistake ever! (the other one, was when McClain was chasing the Ginger ninja III during one ball tag, the ginge tripped on the cement and hurt his knees, as he's lying on the ground Mac throws the ball and misses! from two feet away!) although if you can pull of a trip as a meant to do action, (for instance, turning it into a roll halfway through so it just looks awesome) it ends up pretty good. but i've only been able to do that a few times.
coming soon, how to be a pro at ------ park games.
comment below if you would like to learn how to be a (park) medic!
cheers!
Toast
Friday, October 4, 2013
earlier in the Summer...
Youth For Liberty! it can be summed up in one word, (but i'm not sure what that word is...) so i'll have to stick with AMAZING, AWESOME, and WORTH IT!!! i attended with a load of my good buddys (not to copy Zack, but you know who you are), and got a bit more. i honestly thought about copy and pasting my buddy Zack's version, ( http://tjedkid.blogspot.com/2013/09/summer-splash-44.html ) but our accounts differ just a wee bit...
day 1: i (almost) fail the entrance exam, meet new people, become a hand at gutterball (it's different there than everywhere else), introduce myself in front of the entire camp as a three time astro camp grad, captain, reader, and all-out awesome person! and sleep terribly. (some of the guys in my cabin were of the opinion that someone was sleep walking)
day 2: get up early and go on a run, (it's so much easier going up hills there, than going up hills wearing my usual full combat uniform, including cardboard m16) and what else happened...(hang on, let me get my journal) found it! alright let's see... after breakfast i went to my classes, after lunch during recreation time, Alex learns not to take my hat (some people are so dumb when it comes to that.) start on my rep as the mob boss (i set up a lot of games of mafia at camp) calmed my good buddy Zack down after he got a bit mad during the game of jeopardy we played... (some of you know him by a different name, just text me and ask) night games was alright, but there wasn't anybody who wore any neon.... =(
day 3 0530 (0 dark-thirty) fall out of my bed onto the floor when the camp "communist" (that's what the other guys called him, but i thought he was cool, maybe i'm just weird. oh wait, i am weird!) flipped on the lights and ordered us out of the cabin, (my thoughts: "fire?" i see his uniform, "Russians?" then "dang, i better get out of here!") i pull on my "uniform" over my shorts, then hurry out, to almost immediately freeze to death (it was cold!) after thawing (somewhat) i hurry to the flagpole, where we get told that the Russians have indeed invaded, and we're being sent to the nearest boot camp (this is where Zack's account and mine differ. he seems to think we went on a hike with wooden rifles to a clearing where we learned about being men) after it got warmer, we all went back and had breakfast,went to our classes, and had lunch, then it was time for more mafia! (apparently it was time for the mob boss to die, the mafia shot me in the face, but i survived, so the yakuza hit me with a baseball bat.) then it was time for the obstacle course! i must say, i did pretty well. we had to cross a pond on a rope (30- seconds was my time, not kidding, ask any of my team members) light up a light bulb with a potato, (didn't complete that one), balance our entire team on a board and tire, (that was over fast) move a truck 30 feet using a pulley system (we just barely made it!!) crawl 40(ish) feet on the volleyball court (i loved it! got to do it twice! once pushing the log!) and work on our noticing skills, in the way of helping one of the counselors, move stuff ('tis a good thing I'm a boy scout...) then at the last all the teams got together, and had a flour sock war. (our team was out first, they don't play my way...) but all in all, i loved it! afterwards there was a scrum in the dudes section of showers, (i was fast and had all my stuff ready, so i got in first) after dinner we listened to Joe Wolverton speak (he was our keynote, and was AMAZING!!) i didn't really want to do night games all that much, there was just to many people, and i was tired, but i was persuaded by some lassies, (again, you know who you are) and had a wee bit of fun playing capture the flag. (except they weren't flags, they were backpacks)
day 4 the last day!!! no!!! nobody went on a run that day, we were all to beat. (not broken, just tired) after the last class of the camp, (and last lunch) we all signed each other's books, had a water balloon massacre, customized our rifles, (mine has our sacred honour, Irish mafia ((not the westies)), and a name inscribed on it) and just messed around. then we packed up all of our stuff, cleaned our cabins, and headed to the awards ceremony. (my parent's didn't show) but 'twas still good. the cabin i was in (Alexander Hamilton) lost the cleanest cabin contest to the John Hancock cabin by 4 points! 32-36! gaah!! we were so close! after that disheartening announcement, we watched a video of the reason the older girl's cabin didn't win, (they soaked the cabin inspector) which was pretty funny, and it put them at 248 points under, (which is weird, because forty points was the maximum you could earn) after that, we were each given our own unique awards, (i got the strategy award, for being the master strategist that i am) afterwards we had refreshments and said our goodbyes, (which was sad!) and had refreshments, (which wasn't so sad) and left.
the end
if i had pictures i would post them, but i don't.
http://youthforlibertycamp.blogspot.com/
i hope those who went enjoyed reliving camp, and those who didn't go enjoyed finding out more about it
cheers!
Joel "McHaggis" Elliott
(i did not choose that nickname, it was given me.)
day 1: i (almost) fail the entrance exam, meet new people, become a hand at gutterball (it's different there than everywhere else), introduce myself in front of the entire camp as a three time astro camp grad, captain, reader, and all-out awesome person! and sleep terribly. (some of the guys in my cabin were of the opinion that someone was sleep walking)
day 2: get up early and go on a run, (it's so much easier going up hills there, than going up hills wearing my usual full combat uniform, including cardboard m16) and what else happened...(hang on, let me get my journal) found it! alright let's see... after breakfast i went to my classes, after lunch during recreation time, Alex learns not to take my hat (some people are so dumb when it comes to that.) start on my rep as the mob boss (i set up a lot of games of mafia at camp) calmed my good buddy Zack down after he got a bit mad during the game of jeopardy we played... (some of you know him by a different name, just text me and ask) night games was alright, but there wasn't anybody who wore any neon.... =(
day 3 0530 (0 dark-thirty) fall out of my bed onto the floor when the camp "communist" (that's what the other guys called him, but i thought he was cool, maybe i'm just weird. oh wait, i am weird!) flipped on the lights and ordered us out of the cabin, (my thoughts: "fire?" i see his uniform, "Russians?" then "dang, i better get out of here!") i pull on my "uniform" over my shorts, then hurry out, to almost immediately freeze to death (it was cold!) after thawing (somewhat) i hurry to the flagpole, where we get told that the Russians have indeed invaded, and we're being sent to the nearest boot camp (this is where Zack's account and mine differ. he seems to think we went on a hike with wooden rifles to a clearing where we learned about being men) after it got warmer, we all went back and had breakfast,went to our classes, and had lunch, then it was time for more mafia! (apparently it was time for the mob boss to die, the mafia shot me in the face, but i survived, so the yakuza hit me with a baseball bat.) then it was time for the obstacle course! i must say, i did pretty well. we had to cross a pond on a rope (30- seconds was my time, not kidding, ask any of my team members) light up a light bulb with a potato, (didn't complete that one), balance our entire team on a board and tire, (that was over fast) move a truck 30 feet using a pulley system (we just barely made it!!) crawl 40(ish) feet on the volleyball court (i loved it! got to do it twice! once pushing the log!) and work on our noticing skills, in the way of helping one of the counselors, move stuff ('tis a good thing I'm a boy scout...) then at the last all the teams got together, and had a flour sock war. (our team was out first, they don't play my way...) but all in all, i loved it! afterwards there was a scrum in the dudes section of showers, (i was fast and had all my stuff ready, so i got in first) after dinner we listened to Joe Wolverton speak (he was our keynote, and was AMAZING!!) i didn't really want to do night games all that much, there was just to many people, and i was tired, but i was persuaded by some lassies, (again, you know who you are) and had a wee bit of fun playing capture the flag. (except they weren't flags, they were backpacks)
day 4 the last day!!! no!!! nobody went on a run that day, we were all to beat. (not broken, just tired) after the last class of the camp, (and last lunch) we all signed each other's books, had a water balloon massacre, customized our rifles, (mine has our sacred honour, Irish mafia ((not the westies)), and a name inscribed on it) and just messed around. then we packed up all of our stuff, cleaned our cabins, and headed to the awards ceremony. (my parent's didn't show) but 'twas still good. the cabin i was in (Alexander Hamilton) lost the cleanest cabin contest to the John Hancock cabin by 4 points! 32-36! gaah!! we were so close! after that disheartening announcement, we watched a video of the reason the older girl's cabin didn't win, (they soaked the cabin inspector) which was pretty funny, and it put them at 248 points under, (which is weird, because forty points was the maximum you could earn) after that, we were each given our own unique awards, (i got the strategy award, for being the master strategist that i am) afterwards we had refreshments and said our goodbyes, (which was sad!) and had refreshments, (which wasn't so sad) and left.
the end
if i had pictures i would post them, but i don't.
http://youthforlibertycamp.blogspot.com/
i hope those who went enjoyed reliving camp, and those who didn't go enjoyed finding out more about it
cheers!
Joel "McHaggis" Elliott
(i did not choose that nickname, it was given me.)
Monday, September 30, 2013
bang!bang!bang!bang!
the title says all (jk, it actually doesn't mean anything about this post until later)
dramatis personae:
Gunner
Cards
Play-doh
Toast (me)
Sour cream
Saturday last, at 1500 hours, we went to "collect" from Sour cream, mainly to break his knees and spill his guts for not showing up on time. Gunner covers us from the front with his RPK (guess why we're called the cardboard mafia!) Cards covers the back with his Verpine-class shatter rifle, while Play-doh and i assault his front door. BAM! BAM! BAM! (that's me banging on the door) wait a few seconds DING-DONG! (that's the doorbell ringing because i pushed it) still no answer. try the door, locked. (i wonder why...) i signal to stand down. we start walking away when we hear BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! (my thoughts: "what the?!") "i got all o' ya!" we turn, and Ben's (whoops, sour cream's) neighbor got all of us. that's it for the cardboard mafia. no more breaking people's knees with our cardboard baseball bats... at least, not in that neighborhood. check us out in a few more days for more of the adventures of the cardboard mafia! and remember to comment!
Cheers!
Toast.
dramatis personae:
Gunner
Cards
Play-doh
Toast (me)
Sour cream
Saturday last, at 1500 hours, we went to "collect" from Sour cream, mainly to break his knees and spill his guts for not showing up on time. Gunner covers us from the front with his RPK (guess why we're called the cardboard mafia!) Cards covers the back with his Verpine-class shatter rifle, while Play-doh and i assault his front door. BAM! BAM! BAM! (that's me banging on the door) wait a few seconds DING-DONG! (that's the doorbell ringing because i pushed it) still no answer. try the door, locked. (i wonder why...) i signal to stand down. we start walking away when we hear BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! (my thoughts: "what the?!") "i got all o' ya!" we turn, and Ben's (whoops, sour cream's) neighbor got all of us. that's it for the cardboard mafia. no more breaking people's knees with our cardboard baseball bats... at least, not in that neighborhood. check us out in a few more days for more of the adventures of the cardboard mafia! and remember to comment!
Cheers!
Toast.
Friday, September 27, 2013
amazing(ness!!)
hello! i am indeed still living! i just can't access my Google plus account, (it's blocked darn it!) so i can't do squat on it. I'm pretty bummed. i don't even know who's following me! oh well, I'll float on.... me and my mates have figured out the plot (or most of it) to the upcoming youtube sensation, (name not quite figured out yet) by the cardboard mafia. (Utah division) produced by ninja comix inc in collaboration with the cardboard mafia, directed by yours truly, and starring, nobody of consequence, (yet) and zombie 5! we'll be putting some random video on soon, so you can find us and subscribe, then the series will start! we will have episode two out by October 31st! watch for the nut Irish lad, and there I'll be!
most excitedly,
Joel "toast" Elliott.
most excitedly,
Joel "toast" Elliott.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
books.
i hope that i don't ruin national cheeseburger day with my rant, but i had to go on.
i know that it is uncommon, and in some areas "uncool" for people my age, to read as much as i do, not necessarily by the parents, but mostly by the peers. i have several friends who boast about not reading, which i find ridiculous! reading has saved my life countless times, the grippiness of the lost hero (heroes of Olympus book one) helped me change my mind about attending a airsoft game which i later learned was a terrible experience (and my gun was broken...). i would have died of boredom on my long journeys to and from Grandma's house, i would have died here on my vacation, (there's only so many times you can sit in the sun and sleep) i would fail this year's home study English course! if it weren't for reading we'd have been eaten during the Newton zombie outbreak! (if you haven't heard of this, this is because it hasn't happened yet) if it weren't for reading, i wouldn't know how to read Gaelic! (i still don't know how to read Gaelic, but i'll figure it out.) if it weren't for reading, this rant would've made no sense! so farewell my READERS, go and read, if you need an idea on what to read, friend me on goodreads! (Utah J. is me)
Off to go read the prehistory of the far side,
Utah J.
oh, and i love comments!
i know that it is uncommon, and in some areas "uncool" for people my age, to read as much as i do, not necessarily by the parents, but mostly by the peers. i have several friends who boast about not reading, which i find ridiculous! reading has saved my life countless times, the grippiness of the lost hero (heroes of Olympus book one) helped me change my mind about attending a airsoft game which i later learned was a terrible experience (and my gun was broken...). i would have died of boredom on my long journeys to and from Grandma's house, i would have died here on my vacation, (there's only so many times you can sit in the sun and sleep) i would fail this year's home study English course! if it weren't for reading we'd have been eaten during the Newton zombie outbreak! (if you haven't heard of this, this is because it hasn't happened yet) if it weren't for reading, i wouldn't know how to read Gaelic! (i still don't know how to read Gaelic, but i'll figure it out.) if it weren't for reading, this rant would've made no sense! so farewell my READERS, go and read, if you need an idea on what to read, friend me on goodreads! (Utah J. is me)
Off to go read the prehistory of the far side,
Utah J.
oh, and i love comments!
Saturday, September 14, 2013
ach...
just woke up from a "nap" which i took to try and clear my head (i tried writing a post right after i got back from the cranberry festival, it didn't work out so well.) this one might not work out so swell either, but oh well. anyway, i had a question for my readers, I've been wanting one for a while now, but i can't decide. should i get a imperial navy officer's cap (green)? or a death star officer's cap (black)? I'm leaning more towards the death star officer's cap because it'll match the rest of my stuff better. but tell me what you think anyway! (I'm actually a rebel sympathizer, but the imperial uniforms are just too cool.=) I'm falling asleep while i blog, but once i get a better hat than the one i have now, I'll get a actual picture of me to put on here. for now I'll find a picture of Samwise.
cheers!
Joel.
cheers!
Joel.
hello!
when i last blogged i was but the learner, now i am still a learner. but I'm going to do a better job this time! if i don't, i will accept full responsibility, and apologize (to Lord Vader =) nobody ever commented on my other two blogs, so i ended up quitting posting, so I'm going to ask those who read this to comment! if you are reading this, comment when finished. OR (garbled transmission) !!!
i would continue, but I've got breakfast to (make and) eat.
i would continue, but I've got breakfast to (make and) eat.
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