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lol Donkey no offense but seriously.. paintballs hurt.. no matter what psi you set your gun at.. they leave welts for days.. id rather have a feminest kick me in the nutz than have someone stand there and light me up with paintballs.. no matter the money they gave me..
ive played wwII war games for years around louisiana, texas and alabama.. and ill tell ya.. even the peps playing longer than me say it hurt.. you dont realize it till after you sit down after playing for several hours.. then the hurting begins..
my whole beef with it was the no protection and lack of safety.. it costs around 500 a month at some paint ball fields for insurance a month.. and this would just increase the ammount..
then you will have to shell out more for co2, the case of paint.. and god forbid a field play fee
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