When I was a kid still at school I was in a clique with my brother and a friend. Our 'headquarter' was a secret room between a wall and the roof in our old farm house. A loose board in the wall was the door, and what was behind that no-one was allowed to see. Yet the room was so small that you could hardly sit upright and with three people it was already packed. We had heating, a little water tank, and whenever soldiers were in the village for manoeuvres we begged for some of their emergency provisions: We had enough army bisquits and chocolate to survive several days. We trained ourselves in rope-techniques (my brother still does theat - but on a much more professional level).
Of course we also had weapons: One was a special plug whith the wires connected to each other, in order to blow every fuse. An unimpeachable strike against our school and always a guarentee to drive the caretaker nuts. Another weapon was the obligatory rubber band gun: A 'single barrel' weapon to fire one rubber band at a time, and the rubber band would strike in an area of about two square meters around your target. We thought we could conquer the world with our rubber band guns, but as time passed by we grew up and apart.
And now I found this in a forum:
Poor little us to think we had advanced techniques...
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that is rather crazy... I'm sure that wasn't thought up by a 12 year old!
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