I woke up saturday morning and grabbed the handle of my gun that resembles something Megatron would shoot. It was cold from the morning, but when I picked it up it was all masculine mag muscle. Later that day I walked into the field and a ref stopped me and looked at me and my gun with concern. He said that it was not safe to run the hose from my tank straight to my valve like that and that it would be a good idea to get a reg. I started to laugh like a drunken pirate and he stood there looking at me with confusion and fear in the same time. He knew something was not right and just walked away. As I walked into the speedball arena a kid looked at my gun and asked "What kind of reg is that?" I laughed and told him it was a battery and strong enough to power two of his puny ION's. He immediatly joined my team. When the ref blew the whisle I ran to the 50 in about 5.5 seconds. All you heard that moment was "He's at the 50!" "Be careful!", and as the paint came roaring to the my X bunker from the stressed out players, I knew my turn to roar would soon come and it did. I popped out and made the AGD lions tattooed on my gun roar like the true kings of the arena. I ripped that tunablade like a fat kid ripping through meat on buffet night. I felt so much joy I almost sharted myself. After the game and 3 eliminations under my belt, the same kid walks up to me and says "Hey mister I really liked your Shocker." I immediately took off my mask and gave him a stern look and said "Can a shocker do this?" and I immediatly shot the word
"HALO" on the wall, but without a goofy laugh in the end. I then patted the kid on the shoulder and told him he had alot to learn and started teaching him the ways of the Mag.
"HALO" on the wall, but without a goofy laugh in the end. I then patted the kid on the shoulder and told him he had alot to learn and started teaching him the ways of the Mag.






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