Paint War

by Animus   Oct 2, 2006


A group of friends gathered in a field.
Waiting in anticipation.
Then they hear the word "GO!", yelled out like cannon fire.
They all grab paint filled sponges and advance toward the other team.
Throwing sponges, hitting some, missing some.
Once hit, waiting on the sidelines for a jail break when they can continue the game.
Running, jumping, dodging, and ducking.
Paint flies everywhere.
Laughing at victories and losses.
The game ends and they head back to the dinning hall, paint splattered, and in good spirits, ready to play 'Ultimate Dodge Ball.'

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