FISSIONMAILED: That better be paint and not what I think it is.

[volginswaifu]

[Ivan was relaxing in one of the outdoor rooms. The sun shining, a cool breeze blowing through his hair. A stash of snackcakes by his side...


...and a sniper positioned on an adjacent cliffside several hundred feet away.]

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[Payback.]

[It's going to be as delicious as fine wine.]

[Pierre loads his ~SPECIALLY COLORED~ paintballs into his paintball rifle. He wasn't sure if these existed outside the Nexus, but having tested it out earlier, it was pretty decent.]

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[Ivan sits down under a tree, pulling out some snackcakes.

Nomnomnom.]

[gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com]

[He gets Raikov's head in his scope's crosshairs.]



[And then aims a little downward.]

[This is what you get for ball abuse. Pierre fires a shit brown colored paintball at Raikov's crotch.]

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[Ivan doubles over in agonizing pain, cursing and crying out loudly as he cradles his crotch.]

/SHIT!! ...FUCK, AAHGHHHH!!/

[gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com]

Ahaha~ hahahaahahahaaaa~!

[He's just gonna lol it up up here.]

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

[Ivan's just going to be on the ground.

In pain.

Trying to recover.]

[gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com]

[This is Pierre giggling. This is Pierre aiming again.]

[This is Pierre shooting your ass.]

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[He squeaks loudly, springing to his feet and running (more like waddling) over to hide behind the nearest tree.]

[WHO THE HELL IS SHOOTING AT HIM.]

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[Pierre aims and shoots for his retreating ass.]

[RETRIBUTION IS SHOOTING AT YOU.]

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[FALLS.

Did you know the butt is a weakpoint? So is the crotch. It seems to have become too much for Ivan.

He's passed out, blue Zs floating around his head.]

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[VICTORY IS PIERRE'S.]

[With a wide grin, he stares at the prone form. He supposes he'll just camp here just to be more of an ass and wait for Raikoc to wake up.]

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[Ivan wakes up after about 20 minutes. He groans as he gets onto his hands and knees, rubbing his head.

Bleary eyed he observed the scene in front of him, and the brown--what the hell was that on his pants?

Ivan sat back and poked at his crotch.]

Mud...?

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[HEADSHOT.]

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[PASSES THE FUCK OUT...AGAIN.]

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[PIERRE FEELS AS IF HE IS KICKING A PUPPY.]

[ONLY FAR MORE FUN.]

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

[PIERRE ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO SIT THERE AND WAIT FOR IVAN TO WAKE UP AGAIN?]

[PLEASE SAY NO.]

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[....]





[YES. YES HE IS.]

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[YOU WALRUS DICK.]

[Ivan eventually stirs after about 6 minutes, rolling onto his back and holding his head.]

Ughh...

[gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com]

[BEST, MOST AWESOME WALRUS DICK.]

[BAM!]

[Another shot!]

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AUUUGH!

[WHO WAS SHOOTING AT HIM?!]

[Ivan cowered behind a tree.]

[gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com]

[Aww, Pierre can't shoot around a tree.]

[He waits for you to come out.]

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

[NEVER COMING OUT.

NEVER.

Until he needs to eat.]

[gameboy-sniper.livejournal.com]

[That's okay.]

[PIERRE CAN STAY HERE FOR DAYS.]

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

[Well then, you do that. In the meantime Ivan's going to take out his binoculars and have a look around.

He's well aware it must be a sniper of some sort, since he hadn't even heard the gunshots.]

Hmm...

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[Do you know any other snipers, Raikoc? Really?]