Mars VS. Venus
July 12, 200
Tobaccoville, NC @ Vital Paintball
Price: $40 pre-registraion, $50 walk-on
Pregristarion closes July 4th.
Mid-Grade Paint: $50.00 per case
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Game Synopsis:
101 degrees and climbing. Actually cool this morning thought Queen
Villtraken. Of course it will climb above 450 before midday. With all
the volcanic activity lately it was getting harder and harder to see
that little blue-green world with all it’s water and cool places.
“I
would really like to swim in that cool ocean,” she muttered aloud.
She’d been waiting, planning, and dreaming of the day that she could.
”Maybe soon.”
“Your Majesty,” interrupted an aid. “The committee is waiting in the library alcove. They are impatient and demand you attend.”
Still gazing at the sky, immobile, she whispered to no one in particular, “I bet it’s very cool there.”
In
the alcove were gathered Venus’ dignitaries, scientists, and scholars.
All were prepared to argue their side of the plan for or against going
to the blue-green world. Both sides were right. Both sides had valid
points to stand behind. Neither wanted to hear the reports that the 4th
world had the same idea. The “meeting” went on for hours and nothing
much was resolved until finally Villtraken stood, her long royal gown
rustling as she did issuing an order to all present to silence. She was
tired and hot. All her life she wanted to leave this place for the 3rd
world. Nothing was going to stop her now.
“ We leave as soon as
all the preparations are made. This is no longer an option or a
discussion. Leave and prepare. Or be left behind.”
And
quietly, too quietly they all left. “ Trako, a moment. Make sure that
there is a very strong complement of fighters. We must have the planet
at all costs. The 4th worlders will not keep us off.”
It was now 487 degrees. Queen Villtraken couldn’t wait to go swimming.
It
was cold again this morning but it would be 20 degrees soon. They would
be long on the way to the little ball in the sky by then though. That
perfect dot with its perfect climate.
Queen Srygran was deep in her imaginings when the war officer entered.
“My Queen,” she bowed deeply and waited for her permission to stand. She then began her report.
“
The 2nd life orb has sent many transports. All appear to be headed to
OUR goal.” She didn’t bother to hide her contempt. Sygran knew how
Trido felt about anything not Martian. She couldn’t blame her, after
all, they were nearly perfect. Not like the other orb dwellers.
“Board
the transports. See that ours is in the advance. We arrive before them
or we remove them before our families arrive. And Trido, relax a
little. We will be basking in the warmth of the new orb soon. It may
take a little more work than we thought but it will come.” She turned
away as Trido left to alter the flight plans. Staring out at the only
orb she’s ever known. Wondering if she’ll miss it or not. Then her
resolve sets in and she becomes determined not to let those aliens from
the 2nd orb ruin her precious new home.
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