Every other weekend, my boyfriend and I play Airsoft at a field about an hour or two from our home. Although I have played off and on for years now, I don’t really have that seek-and-destroy militant mentality unless someone pisses me off, and the way the guys at this field play is a little more intense. The past few times we’ve gone out to play, I’ve been sick and unable to do much other than reload and play a supporting role to the gunplay. On one of these weekend support trips I wrote the following poem, observing some of those I have met while at the field.

Part one of the tale of Giacomo, Mercenary Captain, fighting for the Marisian army in their pitched war with the Tullian forces.

A love story destroyed by greed.

A assassins last job.

Fear is Reborn.

A short story for little kids…

A hired killer specializing in cops negotiates with a mob boss with a cop-problem.

A fine choice…

Just thoughts.

Alton Waters had almost topped “the hill” in terms of age and he was still single.