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I know what you're thinking.
Where the hell did this come from? Well, enclosed
here is the whole sad tale from start to middle.
There may not ever be a finish. And don't knock
this experiment until you try it. This was as
invigorating as a caffeine enema.
I
forget the exact date this whole thing started, but
it was in late February of 2003. Fellow student at
Fargo North Tom Brantseg and I were sitting in the
library in Economics class talking about things in
general. We got on the subject of Nerf, on how it
is the greatest substance known to man. Then we
talked about how Nerf is the most violent company
ever. The idea came to me that you could make a
Nerf Artillery Shell by stuffing firecrackers inside
a Nerf Howling Football. Then it was almost like we
had the same idea at exactly the same time. That
idea was: a Nerf war would be sweet.
So
it was decided. We would get a huge Nerf war
organized. Tom would recruit people to participate
in the large scale fight in the summer, and I would
get a small group to test the whole theory. So this
is the story of that test.
To
start, I looked for the next long weekend on the
calendar. Seeing that we did not have school on
Monday, March 24th, I scheduled it for
then. I figured that it was a Monday, so no one
would be working a day shift. Well, I was right
about that. But our numbers went from eight to
five, as three people would be out of town. So I
had to modify the original plan, which was to have a
four-on-four Capture the Flag battle. With only
five, I switched it to be a free-for-all. Easy
enough.
Now,
I needed a location. At first I was thinking that
we could do it in someone's house. But we are all
too big for that, and something would break. So
then it I thought about having it outside, on my
block. But everyone on my block has fences in the
backyard, so there would be no easy movement. Then
I thought about Longfellow School. The grounds
there are really good, with a playground, an open
field, and a baseball diamond that has a cage. And
then it hit me: Michelson Park. That is the
perfect place. Baseball diamonds with cages,
buildings, a forest area, dugouts, bleachers, a
playground, everything. It is practically the best
place in town.
So
with everything in place, we waited and waited for
the long weekend. And so eventually it came. The
Saturday of that weekend we planned to go get our
weapons. So when Saturday rolled around, we all got
together (except for Mike, who didn't answer his
phone. I even left a message on his machine, and he
claimed to be home, but obviously something was
wrong.). So Cole, Alex, Jordan, and I went to the
armory to get equipped.
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The Armory |
The
search began. It took some time to find what we
were looking for, but eventually we found where they
hid the weapons. They didn't have much of a choice,
with only two guns. One was a handgun that could
shoot up to four mini darts. The other could fire
twelve. No contest.
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The Nerf AirTech 4000! |
We
all bought one. We all bought extra ammo too,
except for Cole, who couldn't afford it. Then we
all went to Arby's to celebrate. It was at Arby's
that we met Bill, a disgruntled employee. I could
totally empathize with his situation, though. It
was insanely busy. Poor Bill. I wonder what he's
up to right now.
So
we all want to try out these monsters. We again
call Mike, who again does not answer. Oh well.
After cutting off all the plastic ribbons that hold
the gun in the package (By the way, fuck whoever
invented those. They are a pain in the ass.) and
loading them up, it was time for the test.
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Munitions Test |
In
the testing phase, we found that the Nerf AirTech
4000 is about average. Advantages to it are that it
holds twelve darts, is very accurate, and it hurts
you when you get shot in the face. Disadvantages
are that the range of each shot is only average and
you must pump the gun at least twice after each shot
to get any distance at all. Because of that, the
rate of fire is pretty bad, but with practice you
can get some fast rounds off. It was almost time.
Just two more days.
Monday comes up. I wake in hopes that there was no
rain and that it is not windy. Only half my hopes
come true. No rain, but very, very high winds. I
heard there were gusts upwards of fifty miles per
hour. So I call around, telling everyone to meet at
Michelson and well see what we can do.
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StretPharmacist is
a lot like the Undertaker: A gimmick that should
have never gotten over, but was taken to
unbelievable heights. Also, he is constantly
injured.
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