At the school place
Whilst at merry middle school we had many a playground game that mutated from a group of friends, to a school wide event.

We had the digimon battles and the stickey weed fights, even the mud bomb wars (an invention of my group of chumolas no less Huzzah!) but the one that turned out to be so, so wrong was stick wars.

Oh no, not the point a stick and make a gun noise kind of war, the pick up a stick and throw that bastard at a fellow pupil.

As you can imagine, acts of violence on the playground very quickly get noticed and acted upon, by the students of course not the teachers.

So started a huge volley of sticks being lobbed at each other, no specific teams...or even goal, just pelt the shit out of someone before they do to you.

Whilst hiding behind a tree throwing the odd twiglet, I spied a variable WMD of this war...the branch.

This branch was covered in twigs and leaves, the whole shabang, I saw this and it was good.

So picking up said cruise missile, I spy my target and swing it back full steam to twat them silly....not noticing that all of the girls were taking refuge in my proximity.

I smacked (in my defence a stupid bint of a twonk) straight round the side of the head, and in full girly fashion she burst into tears and ran off to tell. I was left with the branch in the ready position shiting my pants for the prison that now approached, as she was in her words "deaf"

In the end she was being OTT and we all got our asses handed to us but GOD DAMN it was funny :D
(Dragonpity, Wed 27 Jan 2010, 3:00, Reply)