Coming out of the rail station, there were people with pillows everywhere. And they were all headed into the square.
There were pillows of all colors, shapes and sizes – even these ones, which leave little to the imagination.
My ally and I weren’t in the square but 3 minutes before the battle horn sounded. All mayhem ensued.
While battling, my line of sight was limited.
After several minutes, I became the single target of multiple individuals wielding fluffy weapons and my ally led us out in retreat. I snapped a few pictures in parting. In a strange twist of events, one of these photos features our friend over at Lascher@Large. In the chaos of the battlefield, his presence just feet away was unbeknownst to me.
Heading back to the train, the extent of the feathering became apparent. Hours and a change of clothes later, I’m still finding the downy stuff all around. I’m sure I will for several days.
2 comments:
What? When is world food fight day? Count me in.
Is twitter the only way you could have found out about this?
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