[TommyTwoToes]

the trick is to poop out a whole marbalizer after eating one.
good luck.

[p4intb4ll]

Originally Posted by TommyTwoToes

the trick is to poop out a whole marbalizer after eating one.
good luck.

The only thing you win there is having a ****ed up digestive system, if you consider that a win.

[Vysen]

Originally Posted by krazykitty22

i swallowed marbalizer today because i was yelling and got shot in the mouth and ive been coughing since and i threw up is that bad?

At least it wasn't monsterballs. The shell would have probably torn your digestive system apart by now, that is, if you survived the head trauma and broken jaw it would've given you from the hit!

[GhostJedai]

Originally Posted by Vysen

At least it wasn't monsterballs. The shell would have probably torn your digestive system apart by now, that is, if you survived the head trauma and broken jaw it would've given you from the hit!

Actually, I'm fairly certain a monsterball in the mouth would have gone right through the soft tissue, ruptured his spinal cord and killed him on the spot. you don't mess with that ish, man.

I saw it once, back in this 'Nam scenario. My platoon was dropped in behind VC lines; cut off from reinforcements and resupply. We had heard they were using Monsterballs, which was obviously a violation of the Geneva convention, but there wasn't much we could do about it. Squints was on comms, constantly trying to get an evac, but command said the mission was too important. That flag needed to be held for exactly 30 minutes.

Everything was fine and dandy for the first 20 minutes. Not a VC in sight, so we got a little lazy. Sanders started talking about his girl back in the camping area; said he was gonna marry her if he made it out alive. I told him to shut up about that dyin' sh!t; just bad luck to talk about what you're gonna do "on the other side." These boys were so green; it was their first real mission, after all. Rec ball could only train you so much, but this was the real deal.

Sanders hadn't come really prepared; used a water bottle instead of a hydration pack. By that time, we were 27 minutes into the mission, about to call it a big success when he lifted his mask just a little to take another swig of water when I heard the shot ring out. All of the sudden, we were surrounded by gunfire. I turned and saw the Monsterball tear clean through Sanders, spraying a brightly colored mix of blood and paint out the backside of his head. The kid didn't even have a chance; he just flopped down lifeless, like a bag of paint left out in the sun for a few days. Then Squints went down, next; a few of those shots refused to bounce, breaking all over his head and legs. Then Tiny, and finally Brucie. My only option was to surrender, though my spirit was already broken from all the of the bounces they inflicted on my frail body. I was a pow for 2 hours. 2 HOURS! The horrors they inflicted on me, trying to brainwash me to their side. Fortunately, I hid my player card so they'd never find it, and after a brief ceasefire, I had an opportunity to escape and rejoin, but I was never the same after that... I just couldn't go on. I delivered Sanders' bloody mask to his girl, and quit the game. Too many of our boys were being slaughtered by the VC's indifference to paint quality. The horrors I seen there... it changes a man...

[X A N A T 0 S]

Originally Posted by GhostJedai

Actually, I'm fairly certain a monsterball in the mouth would have gone right through the soft tissue, ruptured his spinal cord and killed him on the spot. you don't mess with that ish, man.

I saw it once, back in this 'Nam scenario. My platoon was dropped in behind VC lines; cut off from reinforcements and resupply. We had heard they were using Monsterballs, which was obviously a violation of the Geneva convention, but there wasn't much we could do about it. Squints was on comms, constantly trying to get an evac, but command said the mission was too important. That flag needed to be held for exactly 30 minutes.

Everything was fine and dandy for the first 20 minutes. Not a VC in sight, so we got a little lazy. Sanders started talking about his girl back in the camping area; said he was gonna marry her if he made it out alive. I told him to shut up about that dyin' sh!t; just bad luck to talk about what you're gonna do "on the other side." These boys were so green; it was their first real mission, after all. Rec ball could only train you so much, but this was the real deal.

Sanders hadn't come really prepared; used a water bottle instead of a hydration pack. By that time, we were 27 minutes into the mission, about to call it a big success when he lifted his mask just a little to take another swig of water when I heard the shot ring out. All of the sudden, we were surrounded by gunfire. I turned and saw the Monsterball tear clean through Sanders, spraying a brightly colored mix of blood and paint out the backside of his head. The kid didn't even have a chance; he just flopped down lifeless, like a bag of paint left out in the sun for a few days. Then Squints went down, next; a few of those shots refused to bounce, breaking all over his head and legs. Then Tiny, and finally Brucie. My only option was to surrender, though my spirit was already broken from all the of the bounces they inflicted on my frail body. I was a pow for 2 hours. 2 HOURS! The horrors they inflicted on me, trying to brainwash me to their side. Fortunately, I hid my player card so they'd never find it, and after a brief ceasefire, I had an opportunity to escape and rejoin, but I was never the same after that... I just couldn't go on. I delivered Sanders' bloody mask to his girl, and quit the game. Too many of our boys were being slaughtered by the VC's indifference to paint quality. The horrors I seen there... it changes a man...

I'm not sure what's worse, the thought of the time it took you to type out this monologue, or the fact that I took the time to read the ENTIRE thing. Haha

[GhostJedai]

Originally Posted by X A N A T 0 S

I'm not sure what's worse, the thought of the time it took you to type out this monologue, or the fact that I took the time to read the ENTIRE thing. Haha

Actually, that only took about 10 minutes.

[Vysen]

Or the fact I believe its a probable story..

It IS monsterballs....

[2nwyka]

Originally Posted by raehl

Wait what huh?

I can assure you the FDA doesn't approve paintballs.

They are made of non-toxic materials, as indicated by their Material Safety Data Sheets.

Taste bad but won't hurt you - as long as you're wearing goggles.

- Chris

Sorry, clarification: they are made of materials RECOGNIZED by the FDA as non-toxic. Not FDA approved. My bad.
Noah

[inmylife2415]

Originally Posted by TommyTwoToes

the trick is to poop out a whole marbalizer after eating one.
good luck.

This.... I just tried it, ill report back in a day or two

[pbbliss]

Originally Posted by inmylife2415

This.... I just tried it, ill report back in a day or two

Please don't.

[Dkuehner]

That would suck...

[feidler]

Well this was a good thread!

[gunslinger84]

Originally Posted by GhostJedai

Actually, I'm fairly certain a monsterball in the mouth would have gone right through the soft tissue, ruptured his spinal cord and killed him on the spot. you don't mess with that ish, man.

I saw it once, back in this 'Nam scenario. My platoon was dropped in behind VC lines; cut off from reinforcements and resupply. We had heard they were using Monsterballs, which was obviously a violation of the Geneva convention, but there wasn't much we could do about it. Squints was on comms, constantly trying to get an evac, but command said the mission was too important. That flag needed to be held for exactly 30 minutes.

Everything was fine and dandy for the first 20 minutes. Not a VC in sight, so we got a little lazy. Sanders started talking about his girl back in the camping area; said he was gonna marry her if he made it out alive. I told him to shut up about that dyin' sh!t; just bad luck to talk about what you're gonna do "on the other side." These boys were so green; it was their first real mission, after all. Rec ball could only train you so much, but this was the real deal.

Sanders hadn't come really prepared; used a water bottle instead of a hydration pack. By that time, we were 27 minutes into the mission, about to call it a big success when he lifted his mask just a little to take another swig of water when I heard the shot ring out. All of the sudden, we were surrounded by gunfire. I turned and saw the Monsterball tear clean through Sanders, spraying a brightly colored mix of blood and paint out the backside of his head. The kid didn't even have a chance; he just flopped down lifeless, like a bag of paint left out in the sun for a few days. Then Squints went down, next; a few of those shots refused to bounce, breaking all over his head and legs. Then Tiny, and finally Brucie. My only option was to surrender, though my spirit was already broken from all the of the bounces they inflicted on my frail body. I was a pow for 2 hours. 2 HOURS! The horrors they inflicted on me, trying to brainwash me to their side. Fortunately, I hid my player card so they'd never find it, and after a brief ceasefire, I had an opportunity to escape and rejoin, but I was never the same after that... I just couldn't go on. I delivered Sanders' bloody mask to his girl, and quit the game. Too many of our boys were being slaughtered by the VC's indifference to paint quality. The horrors I seen there... it changes a man...

WIN!