Splatmandu Paintball Club | Three Rivers, MI

by Joe Neal

Ted looked at the floor as he walked briskly down the hallway. The loud clack of his boots echoed down the corridor around him as each step made contact with the cold granite surface. He stared at the divided slabs in the floor as he passed them, watching as his foot stepped on, or over [...]

Hard times had fallen upon the House of War. To make matters worse, General Hammer was MIA. Fortunately, Colonel Dando had proven his prowess in battle and was able to fill the vacancy and assume the title of General. Though morale was weak, a new spark was growing within the House…kindled by the realization that [...]

Tommy hunkered down within a thicket of bushes. He had picked out this spot to ambush his brother, Brier. He heard a rustling of leaves and twigs crackling as his quarry approached. He held his breath and brought his stick up to his shoulder aiming carefully down its length. He gently fingered the hollowed out [...]

Brian limped on ahead of his men and approached the Commander’s tent. He walked in and stood at attention. James, the trusted friend and second in command of the House of War, waved dismissively. “At ease Brian. Pray tell, what news have you from the front?” “Sir…” Brian paused, noticing the look of hopelessness on [...]

Chad hefted the weight of the tiny orb in his hand. “The Dragon’s Orb,” he grunted. He looked at the many colors that seemed to swirl across the surface of the small globe. He sighed heavily, “How can this tiny ball possibly defeat that horrible beast?” His resolve was not strengthened by the sounds of [...]