When I was in high school my friends and I were always carrying around our paintball guns. It was pretty interesting, it got to the point that you had to carry it around in your car because it seemed like everywhere you went there was someone ready to unload on you... whether it be in the walmart parking lot, the school parking lot... the baseball field, or even inside school on the last day of school... welts were plentiful my senior year. It's wierd that this subject came up because I convinced a few of my friends to go out and buy a paintball gun so we can have another war this summer.