It is a new school year, and Alfred F. Jones and Arthur Kirkland have been assigned to be roommates for the year. Not knowing each other, they try to find qualities in each other before meeting the other, but come to a conclusion that they are polar...
"Micro-nations to the Rescue!" Part 3 of 3 (Special Chapter)
As soon as the signal for the game to start was called, Wy grabbed Arthur and Kugelmugel and hurtled into the bushes.
They heard the retreating steps of Alfred and his team, and Wy turned to them and began somewhat hastily, "Sorry about that. We needed to stay on our side so we wouldn't get gunned down immediately. We have the left part of the backyard while the other team has the right side."
She sighed and signaled Sealand over, wanting him to help her with the new recruits.
"Now, since you know the boundaries, hopefully Peter will give you an actual explanation on how to work these paint guns.
Peter - or Sealand as Arthur preferred to stay practical - picked up his gun and exclaimed happily, "Okay then! So, you need to pull back on this lever to reload...," he said as he showed them a neon lever that held about 5 paintballs, " and once you feel ready to shoot, look at the small red dot near the head of the gun, then, aim....FIRE!"
Upon screeching that, he clicked the trigger to the gun causing a small blue paintball to shoot out and hit a tree sitting a little ways away.
"Sealand! You just wasted some of your ammo! Now you're down to one!" Wy complained as she tapped her foot in the grass.
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She looked around momentarily, looking into the right side of the backyard, which led into a forest while the left side had some trees and bushes here and there. The feeling of vulnerability clutched at her stomach, yet she kept her head held high, in an attempt to feel somewhat important to the team. She wasn't on a team of wimps!
Sealand only shrugged the comment of and looked at Arthur with a grin saying, "So, do you think your up for it?"
Arthur nodded, slightly wondering if he should stay out of this, but Sealand seemed dead set on making him play since he was considered to them as a superior country.
Kugelmugel absentmindedly nodded and turned his head towards Arthur and studied him for a moment, but continued to hold his tongue.
Arthur noted this and was about to ask him what was wrong, but heard a rather girlish scream as another one of the micro-nations came crashing into the undergrowth; purple paint splattered all over his green uniform.
"ALFRED GOT-A ME, RUN!" The poor man said as he collapsed on the grass, his curl waving around unhappily.
"No! Seborga!" Sealand cried out as he went to go and clean up his fallen comrade.
"I was-a flirting with the pretty Hungarian, but that American got-a me!" Seborga cried as he attempted to wipe off some paint from his pants.
