User blog comment:Gen.Cain/Paint ball stories/@comment-1820129-20100422003014

I was with my friend, our friends, and his dad, uncle and cousins. Me and my friends were on one team, and his cousins, uncle, and dad were on the other. We were crouching behind a barricade. I look far left and see his uncle running up. Before I have time to warn my team, the uncle shot me in the chest, shot his nephew in the arm then the chest, and ran up from 4 feet away and shot my other friend right in the arm. It was a mix of red blood and orange paint. He still has the scar.