The year is 2005. Your mom just dropped you off at the field for your buddy’s birthday party. Little did she know she’d be kicking off an adrenaline fueled addiction that would suck up every last dime your teenage self could pull together. After getting lit up all day using your rental TIPPMANN 98, you and your friends go to the proshop to kill some time while you wait for you mom to pick you up to go get pizza and ice cream.
The peg board that holds the used gun selection sags under the crippling weight of impulses, shocker 4x4s, and angel LEDs. You’re blown away by the price tags. No way cutting grass for old Mrs. Robinson is gonna get you one of those. That’s when you see it hung off to the side, it’s way cheaper than the others and its got a double trigger, the Spyder AMG. It fills your thoughts as you go through the next week. If you had that gun you’d be the coolest kid at the field. You’d probably go pro. Sally might let you hold her hand on the bus home from school. That’s when you know what you have to do. You take the money you were saving for a Mongoose (the Huffy will have to do) and your mom gives you a ride back to the proshop. The guy who works there is around back smoking a cigarette (it wasn’t a cigarette) so you get a few extra minutes to take in all the store has to offer, illuminated dimly under yellowed fluorescent bulbs. 15 minutes later you walk out the door with your prize. An electric blue Spyder AMG.
The next weekend you hit the field and realize this gun can shoot fast. Way fast. You outshoot your shake and bake hopper and chop every other ball. Despite the paintball soup, you’re hooked now. You head back up to the proshop and tell the man with the pony tail and earrings your troubles. He’s got your solution, a Halo TSA loader. It’s got ears, not eyes, and that’s a selling point.
You have a blast the next couple times you go out, but something is eating away at you. You’ve got the bug now and you know that you’re only a few upgrades away from perfection. Back to the proshop you go. The man behind the counter knows you by name now and knows just what you need. A Freak barrel system will have you sniping opponents across the field, and he’s got one in Spyder threads with your name on it. He also tells you a new bolt might help take some kick away from the gun, and hooks you up with an EVIL one for a discount.
You play the rest of the summer with this bad ass setup and have a blast doing it. Next year the ION came out and the upgrade cycle continued. 15 years later, your mom digs your old blaster out of the basement and asks if you still want it. “Just sell it on Craigslist” you say. And with that, the gun makes its way back to the light of day.
At least, that’s how I imagine it happened.
anyhoo... the gun doesn’t turn on when I put a battery in it, and that’s the extent of my testing.
the hopper turns on, there’s a crack (pictured) but it should not cause any problems.
Everything anno wise is in very good condition, and will come in its box prices are OBO
SOLD SOLD SOLD SOLD SOLD
Gun- $60
loader-$20
barrel-$50
or, relive the summer of 2005 and take all of it for $99+shipping
The peg board that holds the used gun selection sags under the crippling weight of impulses, shocker 4x4s, and angel LEDs. You’re blown away by the price tags. No way cutting grass for old Mrs. Robinson is gonna get you one of those. That’s when you see it hung off to the side, it’s way cheaper than the others and its got a double trigger, the Spyder AMG. It fills your thoughts as you go through the next week. If you had that gun you’d be the coolest kid at the field. You’d probably go pro. Sally might let you hold her hand on the bus home from school. That’s when you know what you have to do. You take the money you were saving for a Mongoose (the Huffy will have to do) and your mom gives you a ride back to the proshop. The guy who works there is around back smoking a cigarette (it wasn’t a cigarette) so you get a few extra minutes to take in all the store has to offer, illuminated dimly under yellowed fluorescent bulbs. 15 minutes later you walk out the door with your prize. An electric blue Spyder AMG.
The next weekend you hit the field and realize this gun can shoot fast. Way fast. You outshoot your shake and bake hopper and chop every other ball. Despite the paintball soup, you’re hooked now. You head back up to the proshop and tell the man with the pony tail and earrings your troubles. He’s got your solution, a Halo TSA loader. It’s got ears, not eyes, and that’s a selling point.
You have a blast the next couple times you go out, but something is eating away at you. You’ve got the bug now and you know that you’re only a few upgrades away from perfection. Back to the proshop you go. The man behind the counter knows you by name now and knows just what you need. A Freak barrel system will have you sniping opponents across the field, and he’s got one in Spyder threads with your name on it. He also tells you a new bolt might help take some kick away from the gun, and hooks you up with an EVIL one for a discount.
You play the rest of the summer with this bad ass setup and have a blast doing it. Next year the ION came out and the upgrade cycle continued. 15 years later, your mom digs your old blaster out of the basement and asks if you still want it. “Just sell it on Craigslist” you say. And with that, the gun makes its way back to the light of day.
At least, that’s how I imagine it happened.
anyhoo... the gun doesn’t turn on when I put a battery in it, and that’s the extent of my testing.
the hopper turns on, there’s a crack (pictured) but it should not cause any problems.
Everything anno wise is in very good condition, and will come in its box prices are OBO
SOLD SOLD SOLD SOLD SOLD
Gun- $60
loader-$20
barrel-$50
or, relive the summer of 2005 and take all of it for $99+shipping
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