Your commander hardly makes a sound as he beckons you forward to take up position by the double doors. The acrid smell of gunpowder fills your nose, your mouth, your lungs, it’s a smell that will haunt you for the rest of your days. The air is heavy with sweat and blood, and on it a rich tapestry of anguished wailing floats towards you from all sides, a choir of the dying, friend and foe alike united in this their final song. Some think of their mothers, some their wives, some their God, all think of their pain as life seeps away and darkness descends.
You move down the corridor hot on the heels of the retreating enemy. Victory is almost a certainty now, those that flee will be cut down as they run, those that stay to fight slaughtered. But as you round the corner there are no retreating enemy, too late you realise your mistake as the trap is sprung and from behind you comes a short burst of machine gun fire. A bullet rips through your shoulder and you fall to the floor in agony. Game over.
Well maybe that was going a little over the top but I just had to try and convey the true awesomeness of playing laser guns in the maths block last night. There were six of us playing and it was the craziest thing I've done all term, I think it might have to be done again on the eve of results next year.
P.S. If anyone from Warwick Security happens to read this please don't shout at us, I know there's probably some rule somewhere saying we're not allowed to play laser guns inside but for the last three years we've not done anything in the maths block more exciting than compute the homology of the projective plane and since half of us are graduating we wanted some relaxation. Maybe you could join in next time?