Team Squad Sniper

Today was pretty awesome. Aside from having to wake up so early (there's a 7:30 in the morning now?) and hunger pains making for a pretty cranky morning, the day was actually a LOT of fun. Woke up pretty early for a freakin' Saturday...again, who came up with this 7:30 in the morning? Anywho, Christian gave me a lift to Blacktown Station, where we saw Di on the train. Congratulations again Di, you were actually early. Anywho, met up with everyone else at Parra Station, then it was off to UNSW for open day. The train ride there was pretty fun; everyone pretty much sat down on the floor. I baggsed my usual corner seat. The open day started out fun enough; stuff I remember: I was piss-scared to talk to the Psych teacher guy one-on-one, EVERYONE was scabbing freebies, we saw a bunch of school mates here and there, TP had some funky hula hoop technique that got her two free drinks, had my first meal after nearly 18 hours of involuntary hunger pains, Christian came up with two HI-LARIOUS quotes...

Christian: I can't promise to bring you guys back alive, but I promise you this: I will bring you back alive.

Christian: Dead or alive, we're bringing you back alive.

...and so on and so forth.

BUT, the day got really fun after we left the open day. Inspired by Christian's quotes, and after all the ADFA talk that had been brewing since the morning, Squad Sniper was born, with Christian de Leon being named squad leader. Celina pretty much summed up the whole Sniper Squad story in her blog, but I've decided to retell my ordeal as a soldier MIA.

After the formation of Squad Sniper, the first mission was to board the bus back to Central Station. The bus stop was China'd out (i.e. overpopulated), so the mission was pretty dangerous; there was definitely a chance that someone from the squad would not be able to board the rescue vehicle. After a lot of pushing and shoving, everyone was on board the bus, with the exception of myself (Intel) and Gin (Special Officer of Higher Command). I saw to it that she made it on to the bus safely. However, miscommunication with the bus driver meant that I was stuck outside the rescue vehicle. It then sped off, with Squad Sniper's Intelligence left back at the rescue point. Thankfully though, all was not lost. Using my special Intelligence skills, I was able to procure a native (codename: 'One') who provided the information necessary for me to make my way to the rendezvous point. Navigating through the inhospitable foreign environment (infested with thousand upon thousands of hostiles), I was able to survive, arriving at the rendezvous point safe and sound. Along the way, I slayed mighty dragons, rescued fair maidens and saved the entire world from a terrorist attack. That, or I fell asleep listening to my iPod, I can't remember. Thank you, Squad Sniper for the heartfelt, touching salute. It was much appreciated after my terrifying, but ultimately triumphant ordeal against the forces of, umm, lostness.

Anyway, after a number of card photos (still can't believe I went through with them) and some videogaming action, the Sniper Squad disbanded for the day. The five remaining members (myself, Squad Leader Christian, Medic Corey, Special Officer of Higher Command TP and Sanitations Officer, I mean, Demolitions Officer Celina) went through with Operation Eat at Hungry Jack's. Mission was deemed a success from all accounts. Corey left soon afterwards; the remaining four went shopping (purchased: Chevelle and Death Cab albums, black Paul Frank shirt) then made their way back to their respective base camps.

And so, that was today. Team Squad Sniper, est. 03/09/05. Soldiers, remember the inspirational words of our fearless squad captain:

Dead or alive, we're bringing you back alive.

Anyways, later days!

- marty..

P.S. For anyone wanting to tax, sorry in advance for the Squad Sniper pics looking so dodgy. Please place all blame on the scanner.

EDIT: Kicking myself for not knowing Death Cab released a new album, the very same album I held in my hands at Utopia, only to place it back on the shelf. *kicks self* *doubles over in pain* *goes to room* *does Maths homework in disgust*

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