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>be 17 at friend's house for a friend's sweet 16 party, mid spring, very nice weather
>sunset comes
>LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE HUNT IS ON.
>I'm on the hiding team
>I walk a casual 25' total to get behind the barn we were all in to declare the game moments before.
>go prone in the mid-calf height undergrowth, concealed slightly by the shadow from a mock orange bush, flatten myself as much as possible
>five minutes in, hiding time is over, I hear footsteps approaching
>OH SHIT
>it's two girls from my team
>they're still fucking trying to find a hiding spot
>goddammit
>they keep walking my way, loud-whispering to each other trying to figure out a plan
>they're right on top of me
>one of them steps on me
>they still don't notice I'm there
>they settle on THIS as their hiding spot, of all places
>ISHYGDDT.psd
>I grab their ankles
>loudest screams ever
>I tell them to skedaddle and find another hiding spot
>they're still losing their shit, neither of them noticed me at all, sight, sound, anything
>I escort them somewhere else, make them hide in this low-growth pine tree
>solid snake around the property, dodging hunters left and right
>proceed to hide in sycamore on other corner of property
>~half hour later, game over, never tagged or spotted
>feellikeagod
And for anyone wondering why I didn't make a move in a hiding spot with two ladies, the one that stepped on me was a weeaboo 3/10 that I later learned used to stalk me and the other was maybe a 6/10 if I'm lenient.
Still, man, I miss manhunt.