Hello children of the internet, and welcome. Today’s subject is none other than paintball, that noble and modern art of using make-believe weapons of fire to inflict colorful, but all the while annoying wounds upon other people, in a kaleidoscopic representation of how war still sores when it’s make-believe. Similar to how there’s more to modern art than what meets the eye – with all its blotches and splatters – there’s a lot more to paintball than what meets the eye… or the tummy and chest and all over the place, so HEADS UP!

Why, sorry … I always get excited when discussing this subject matter. Well, sometimes I do, or at least now I just did. Well anyways, and by going further on the present exhibition, I’ll subsequently proceed to demonstrate just how paintall – that suble colorful etecetera et. al – can be quite romantic and endearing. Granted, in most circumstances it’s usually and notoriously quite the sadistic passtime, but what would we make out of life without a little suffering? We crave those unpleasant sours (such as getting hit by a splattering paint ball in just about the wrong place) because they preset our taste buds to enjoy the sweets of life with undivided enjoyment, isn’t that so?

What? Enough with dissertation, you just want some action? Allrighty then, grab yourself one of these fine, top-notch spyder paintball guns, and play hard ball all you like… just remind yourself that like any sport, paintball should be all about having fun. Well, that and punishing your friends for all the accumulated daily grind stress. Ah, the beauty in sports and friendships, isn’t life grand!

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