I told a story about one of mine from when I was a kid in the sniper thread, figured I'd make a thread dedicated to it.
So /k/. For better worse, or until your cried for mommy, how did you operate as a child? I'll start with another story. I'll post as many as I remember. This one is very similar to my last story, in case anyone read it.
>Be playing airshit
>be about 14
>me and all my friends, and friends of friends out inna woods
>we had a fort built up on a big hill
>by fort it was a few trenches dug into the side of the hill with a volleyball net strung up to keep people from climbing in, or falling out
>had to have a safety net after....the incident. But that's another story.
>about 12 people out playing. We're sorting into teams after our second battle. We would scramble teams after every skirmish
>all standing at the foot of the hill
>talking about who goes were
>comparing welts
>suddenly my friend says "Hey who's that?"
>some kid is up in our fort looking down at us
>I wave
>he doesn't move
>"Hey come down here man!"
>He just stands there.
>one friend whispers "we left our stuff up there, he might be taking it!"
>We know the area really well
>so one of my friends says he is going to act like he has to leave
>then take a biking trail around and get behind the weird kid, in case he tries to run away with our stuff
>also to tell us if there more people
>he says loudly "Ok bye guys!" jogs away.
>We keep inviting the kid to come down
>Said we had extra funs to shoot
>he could be on so and so's team
>he looked younger than us
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>>30199565
>Finally one of us starts to bear crawl up the hill.
>it was that steep.
>The rest of us are still minding our own business or just talking.
>I start up the hill as well.
>the kid backs up, and disappears behind a bush on top of our trench
>we get up on the hill and notice he did in fact take some of our things.
>welp. Shit.
>he's gone.
>waiting on the walkie talkie for Stalkerbro (the kid who ran off to try and catch the kid if he ran. Literally stalking him.)
>Finally Stalkerbro radios in
>"Hey guys he has our stuff!"
>"Yeah we know, etc."
>"WELL I GOT HIM"
>"Dude no it's cool we don't need to.."
>Hear Stalker bro from behind a hill yelling >"STOP!"
>Then we hear
>"OH SHIT"
>Stalker bro radios back on the Walkie
>"THERE'S A BUNCH OF EM"
>Weird kid was the lookout while they took our stuff, o use against us.
>Everyone scrambled atop the hill and took up positions
>Younger kids came out of everywhere.
>there had to be about 20.
>They didn't start shooting
>neither did we
>We were actually interested in having a good little play war.
>Stalker bro is running up the trail screaming "RUN. RUN! RUUUUN"
>We hear engines starting.
>3, four wheelers appear
>"FUCKFUCKFUCK"
>they have cavalry.
>the fourwheelerdudes pick up a person with an airshitter
>then quickly ride up on our fort hill
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>>30199631
>We realize what is happening
>They want our fort.
>We had turf wars with other kids all the time, always semi-friendly.
>We'd have paintball/airshit matches to decide who won.
>always fun.
>but this shit was scary
>One of the riders told us to get off the hill, then we could try to retake it.
>One of my friends, my best friend Eric, actually
>was quietly loading his shotgun airshitter.
>he was that friend that everyone knew was slightly unstable. The guy that did things that you never would dream of doing, all for lulz.
>The rider removed his helmet and his little midget gunner (his little brother.) kept making demands
>I was closet, so I was talking to him.
>he paid no attention to my friends, and his gunnerbro was not looking either. I saw Eric slip away behind him.
>then several other friends shimmied down the hill unseen, towards HIS friends.
>Kept talking and saying stuff like "Why can't we share? We worked hard on this man."
>I watched Eric's head reappear, this time from behind the rider
>he had this shit eating grin.
>I knew what must be done.
>I got close to the guy
>then I pushed him off his 4wheeler.
>Eric jumped up and grabbed his gunner bro, unloaded his airshitter into his back, and threw him off.
>We jumped on the 4wheeler and tried to ride away.
>We had no idea how to work a 4 wheeler.
>I ended up just making it lurch forward
>It lurched forward so quick that it went to the other edge of the very steep hill.
>Eric knew we weren't getting away on it.
>So he ran up and pulled me of, then started pushing it.
>At this point little pops, clinks, and children complaining about not being ready was audible
>I started pushing it to
>it rolled down the hill
>as in, it turned end over end.
>Eric looked at me grinning.
>I was freaked the fuck out.
>We yelled "RUN GUYS LET'S GO!!!"
>We pretty much destroyed a 4 wheeler, and we all scattered.
>Eric and I ran to my house and played Halo for the rest of the night.
>be me
>around 15, heavy into paintball cause fun as fuck
>be winter time
>doing a capture the hill style of match at the local sand pit.
>This hill is a fucking monster of a hill, and all loose sand.
>I was one of the better paintball players in our group, had a penchant for goggling people, so players generally tried to address me when they saw me. As such, id usually wait for team mates to draw fire before I start in on the assault.
>team gets into big fire fight with the entire enemy team defending from a cliff side.
>nowsmychance.jpg
>begin charging directly up the hillside in a flanking move, huffing and puffing while watching the skyline.
>One enemy pops his head up, and I give him a sweet, sweet dose of paint.
>its like whack a mole guys!
> Suddenly half of their squads markers come up over the side and start blindfiring.
>I have no cover, and im not a goddamn sand spider. Cant just bury myself that fast.
I took 4 hits to the nuts with frozen paintballs.
Shit was so cash.
>>30199908
Sort of the same think happened to me
>playing paintball
>two little kids about 13-14 come up to 16-17 years old, us.
>"You guys wanna 4v4 against us and our friends?"
>thinking "Heh, stupid kids."
>yeah ok.
>we get on the course.
>realize their "two friends" were in their 20's and had paintball masks covered in horns and shit.
>like Viking paintball helmets.
>we're on a course with stacked tires.
>can see through gaps in the tires
>so I peek through
>I see one of the little ones
>pop up to shoot him
>my balls are right in front of the hole I just peeked through
>the hole is just big enough to see this through, and of course shoot through
>the viking paintball dude hops up and pops me through the hole, in my giggle berries.
Threads kinda slow but i'll bump with one more story from OP.
>Be with best friend, same one from my starting story.
>We get bored and start messing with a broken pellet gun
>trying to fix it.
>we finally get it shooting, but it's much weaker than it was
>so to be tacticool and show how much vidya influenced our thoughts
>made a "silencer" for it.
>which was just a metal tube from a "ROCK BAND" drumset. You remember that game right? Yeah the drum set broke and the tubing looked like it would make a cool faux silencer.
>get it built
>basically just taped it over the barrel.
>be playing with it plinking targets and birds (but not killing them.)
>when it dawns on us
>the tubing we used was one of the smaller ones
>and fireworks fit perfectly in it.
>And if we put the bigger firecrackers in, they fit all snuggly.
>go back to dad's tools
>drill a crude hole at the back of the tube
>firecracker fuse can be pulled through with pliers.
>next great idea kicks in
>put firecracker in
>then fit a wad of newspaper in after it
>light it
>the explosion fires the wad of newspaper
>get our next great idea
>place a bouncy ball inside
>light firecracker
>fires the bouncy ball.
>fires it really, really hard and it bounces around the garage.
>we realize what we have created
>eventually work our way up to making our own firecracker that were big enough to shoot bigger things.
Babby's first zip-gun.
>>30199980
This is now a giggleberry abuse thread.
>be paintballing, again, around 17.
>out in woods this time out near the river
>this is like a 9 vs 9 match with a bunch of buddies.
>its summer. 99 degrees out, so I'm in shorts.
>not officiated match so basically we just yell at the top of our lungs to start, and then move thru the woods towards eachother.
>I'm sneakin along, trying to avoid obvious fallen trees and twigs and shit because stealth.
>god damnit shorts were not a good idea.
>All of a sudden I feel this mush under my feet, like dogshit under my shoe, followed by an intense rustling noise.
>thats not rustling.
>I look down to see that I am standing on a timber rattlers head.
>it is fucking pissed, but pinned.
>did I mention that I'm in shorts?
>so here I am, alone, standing on a rattlesnake during a fresh match when I should be out there goggling people. My teammates are long gone. No rocks to grab, no shovel nearby, im feeling pretty fucked.
>Suddenly, wild idea comes.
>Im gonna shoot the fuck out of this snake with my paintball gun.
>I shot the fuck outta that snake with my paintball gun.
>never lifted my foot, I just let those rounds loose. Emptied the hopper into it. It was writhing and dying under my feet, and I felt victorious.
>unbeknownst to me; the enemy, completely unaware of my plight came running in towards the sounds of my shots, and lit me the fuck up.
I took another in the giggle berries, and refused to move that foot for fear of my life. I just took that shot to the nuts (among others) and stood there.
Once I stopped cussing everyone out, a few of my friends helped me by finding a river rock to rest on the torn up snakes body so I could take my foot off it.
It was dying, but wasnt dead yet.
I was lucky to have stepped on the head.
>>30199565
Might have better lucking posting these in /asp/
People on /k/ tend to hide airshit/paintball threads
>>30200342
Childhood giggleberry abuse you say?
Ok.most of mine are semi /k/ anyway.
>be 15.
>going out with friends at night
>toilet papering a girl's house because she toilet papered one of my friend's.
>we get to her house and begin TP Operations
>all the lights flick on
>her dad was awake
>we run.
>i'm not as fast as my friends who all play football or run track
>just a hungry skeleton that wrestles
>they hop a fence with ease
>I hop and feel this...feel.
>like something tugging my shorts really hard
>then pain sets in
>it was not just my shorts
>my balls were caught
>I hopped the fence and the tall pickets went up the leg of my shorts
>tangled up my boxers and muh chillun spillers.
>I'm caught.
>I can't let go of the fence to untangle myself or the pickets go further in.
>but I can't get free unless I let go to preposition
>the girls's dad doesn't see me and runs by
>I'm stuck there.
>for nearly 10 minutes
>My cell phone goes off and I manage to keep myself elevated by one arm
>then answer it (thank god for cargo pockets.)
>"Hey where are you dude?"
>in a very high squeaky voice I reply
>"Help. Fence. Didn't make jump. Help please."
>one friend comes back
>he no homo bro, holds my ass so I can reach into my pants to readjust and then untangle my boys
>never lived it down.
>>30200342
Nice.
>remove snek
>>30200433
Lol.
Im imagining a man suspended by his nuts like that goddamn squirrel.
>>30200755
I looked like a cheerleader or a gymnast trying to do the splits on a balance beam but failing and trying to recover....for 10 minutes.
Newfag here
When i was around 10 my dude bro older brother was really into guns while i was into Nerf. We had a tree house in the forest that a couple friends of mine and me would have Nerf fights in. across the way there was a group of older kids that would always come and fuck with us and steal shit because we were small and couldn't fight back. Well one day dude bro was doing work fairly close to us when my friend was grabbed by one of the older fags at knife point so we all started screaming, right? Then out of the blue loud 7.62 shots are heard and leaves rustling, then dude bro and 5 others bros came out of the brush with FALs and SKSs all aimed at the older with the knife. It ended when dude bro socked the guy in the ear and the faggot ran off. After that we didn't have any trouble with them again but either dude bro or one of his friends was on guard duty when we were playing.
>>30200872
Based bro.
>>30199565
Childhood was fun. I remember teaching my friend room-clearing drills with Nerf guns
>>30200433
>>30200433
lel
I remember when we ran out of paintballs we decided to use bb guns and shoot at eachother, keeping our masks on. Its like airsoft, right?
I ended up having to squeeze a bb out of my friends scalp like I was popping a pimple.
>>30199565
Go post your airshit bullshit in /asp/ summerfag. No one cares about your faggoty wanna be BB guns. Fucking 13 year olds
A little more serious, you guys ever have a gun drawn on you as a kid?
>Be around 17 again, at my friends house.
>His parents arent home, so it is me, my friend, his two brothers (one a toddler and the other just 2 years younger than us). We are basically babysitting.
>we always gave the middle child alot of shit. Partially because of big bro complex and partially because the kid was a fuckin weirdo.
>To slightly side track the story, we called him "the crisco kid" because he used to stick his dick into tubes of crisco as his preferred method of jacking it.
>I didnt ever really eat at their house.
>So anyways were chilling in front of the tv when my friend picks up this giant toddlers puzzle piece that is sitting on the ground and ninja hucks that shit at his brother.
>"Ow!" Crisco kid yelps, laughing.
>Seeing this, I decide to get in on the fun.
>We start hucking these puzzle pieces like ninja stars, pegging CK as hard as we can.
>Soon, his laughter turns to tears.
>Infuriated, and spiteful tears.
>feels bad man
>Wiping those salt rivers from his face, he runs off into his parents room, and returns with daddy's shot gun.
>ruh roh
>hes pointing the gun at his brother and me and screaming about blowing our heads off.
>I look over at my friend, and stare at his eyes with that look of "tell me your ol man doesnt keep that loaded bro?"
>oddly, he seemed to catch my drift because he just looks back at me and nods, as if to say "yep, we're fucked"
>oh boy we better apologize.
>after what seems like 30 minutes on a standoff, between us apologizing and trying to calm him down, crisco kid slips up.
>he raises the barrel to the ceiling to try to rack the shot gun like they would do in the movies, which coincidentally ejected a shell already chambered.
>While that barrel was pointed skyward we just bum rushed him.
I seriously grabbed that barrel and just pulled it out of his hands,and butt checked him with that shot gun. At the time I was so pissed.
>>30201248
>>30201192
His tears were almost as salty as yours.
>>30201248
No but this happened
>be 17
>having a really bad day.
>go to the gym with a friend.
>day just gets worse, friend and I leave.
>tl;dr, day was bad because girl troubles and job issues.
>we decide that we need to go to wal-mart to get a few things.
>friend is driving and I shit you not, we nearly get into 4 wrecks in about 5 minutes. None of them his fault.
>people pulling out in front of us, cutting across 3-4 lanes of traffic, etc.
>I'm angry
>he's angry
>we pull up to the walmart and go in
>guy runs a stop sign pulling a trailer
>nearly fucks our day
>I lose my shit and flip him off
>he sees me
>I'm mouthing "FUCK YOU" to him
>we park
>the dude come back around and blocks us in our parking spot
>he comes to my window
>Mexican guys, barely speaks english
Cont.
>>30201286
>my dipshit friend actually rolls the mother fucking window down.
>"Are ehhh you the ehhh kid that a flip me off?"!??!"
>"Are you the fucker that nearly killed us?"
>"Maybe I need to juss stab you in the neck"
>Dude actually reaches into his pocket and shows the hilt of a knife
>Bitch mode
>"Dude, chill man. I'm just having a shit day and you ran that stop sign."
>"Maybe you just hate Spanish people"
>I look him dead in the eye like the idiot he is, for calling himself (A Mexican) Spanish.
>Start speaking to him in Spanish.
>Tell him I'm half Mexican.
>I'm not really half Mexican...but he was an idiot
>talk him down
>he finally realizes we're just two stupid kids.
>My friend is laughing and crying, and has his head in his hands, won't roll the window up.
>luckily I damage controlled HARD
>The dude finally goes away.
>My friend asks me how I knew so much Spanish
>I told him that my inner Spaniard came out because I was so scared.
>In reality, I was lucky to be taking Spanish in school
>>30201327
What is it with hispanics and knives?
I got fucking stabbed in the hand by a hispanic guy during a fight when I was visiting california.
In the fucking hand, man.
>>30201435
they just love cutting(beheading, its a cartel thing)
