Played some recball on sunday, had a young man (early 20's I'm guessing) walk up to me and ask about my Emag/Warp/Halo combo, he's got a blue annoed timmy, and matching blue Raven shirt and doo rag...
"How does it shoot?"
I turned toward the field and hit a fence post 50 feet away rapid fire, every round hit. I hear a few people nearby laugh, some swear under their breath, a few "holy moley's" and a couple of "Oh my goodness's", some just shake their heads in disbelief and talk in hushed whispers to their neighbors.
"I can do that, check this out"
He raises his Intimidator and he fires 30 or so rounds, the first 10 miss before he hits the post and only a few of the additional 20 hit the post.
"You just got lucky" he says.
A few of the guys sitting around start laughing and pointing. I turn and shoot the fence post again, not missing a single shot.
"Yep, I'm just lucky."
He left without a word.
One of the ref's move down 10 minutes later with the last of the players that were chronoing and starts to divide up the teams, I see a whole bunch of guys shift over to the side I'm standing on. I know the ref pretty well, he hands me a length of green tape and says...
"Lots of new players today, show them a good time."
"Will do" I remark.
First game is a quick center flag with close starting points, the staff want to get the adrenaline going early and get people into the playing spirit. Whistle blows and I see a blue jersey on the opposite side make a run for the flag. I lay a stream of paint 15 feet in front of him and let him run into it. He dives into a bunker on their side, ref goes in and pulls him, 3 purple breaks on his jersey, 1 on his left arm, he walks off the field. I get 5 guys near me to fan out to the right and we move forward toward the right side of the flag cleaning up everything on the right side of the field. Most of their team went left which is more heavily wooded, so we ignore it and go for the flag itself. Only a couple defenders left, we take them out quickly and send in a newbie with the flag for the win. Back at staging area, mr blue jersey is looking for the guy shooting purple paint. I'm shooting purple marbs but I don't say a thing, just top off on air from my scuba tanks and reload on paint.
Second game, same center flag, teams switched sides of the field. Before the whistle blows I get the same 5 that went with me to get the flag to line up where I was at and get ready to "shoot the lane". Whistle blows and Mr blue jersey again runs for the flag. The 5 of us open up on him, he's pasted again with purple paint and leaves the field cussing and swearing. The 5 with me shift left and work through the upright barrels and plywood barricades. The new guy we had run the flag in last game was on bunker duty, 2 of us would plater a bunker with paint to keep the player's head down and our newbie would run in and make them surrender... he got 6 that game and another flag hang (first day playing and he's in hog heaven). Back in the staging area, Mr blue is looking for the person shooting purple paint again. I top off on air and paint and again don't say anything at all. I find it very funny that he saw the color I was shooting before the games even started
Third game, long top to bottom game, more room to run around in, slower pace. Mr blue's team starts up at the top, we get the bottom. Mr blue gets 4-5 guys to follow him on a mad rush to the middle of the field, they wait for us to come up to them, by the time we get there (it is uphill afterall) they have a pretty well laid out line. I move to the right tape and start shooting angles on the guys in the bunkers on the left side of the field, shoot three out in short order. Turn and tell one of the guys with me to grab as many as players as he can and push on the left tape to get the guys in the middle under a cross fire, he runs off and a few minutes later I see 10 guys push on the far left and open up on the middle. Mr Blue gets up and runs back up the hill to another couple of bunkers further up in the treeline. I want to force a surrender on him, so I let him run for it and I move forward a bunker and surrender a newbie long balling the guys on the left. I move forward another bunker and almost step on someone laying flat trying to hide under a bush. I grab his foot and tell him he's been forced to surrender, he says thanks for not shooting him and runs to the dead zone with his marker over his head. Guys on left are trading shots with Mr blue, it looks like he's actually taken a couple out. I stand up and causually walk over to his bunker. My guys stop our way and hunker down, I tell Mr Blue to surrender...
"You can't do that."
"Sure I can, I just did."
"But..."
Ref runs up and tells Mr blue to leave the field. We finish up the game 10 minutes later with a flag hang. Back in the staging area, Mr Blue is irriatated, he comes up to me while I'm topping off air and paint and realizes that it was me shooting purple.
"You know you're starting to piss me off, 3 games out of 3 you have eliminated me, I don't like, you have something against me?"
"Nope, not at all, you just happen to be where I'm firing" I say with a big smile.
Next game, same long game, teams switch sides. Game starts, half my team runs for the middle, I take my time, I'm looking for Mr blue jersey. A few minutes later I spot him on the left tape near the middle, I head over to the left and make my way to the front. He takes out a couple guys in the middle, I lay paint on his bunker to keep his head down. He pops his head out now and then trying to see where I'm shooting from, I force his head down once more then move one bunker to the right. He's figured that he can't expose himself on the left so he starts shooting at my guys in the middle. I line up on a hole in his bunker the size of the bottom of a coke can and lay 4 rounds right into it. He immediately stands up cussing and swearing with the whole front of his goggle lens covered in purple goo, he had just started peeking through the hole trying to see where I was at when I lit it up He stomps off the field. We win again 10 minute later. Back in the staging area, the ref comes up to me and tells me this guy is whining and complaining about someone with a personal vedetta against him, and asked me if I knew anyone who fit that description He slaps me on the shoulder and we break for lunch.
Game 5, for some reason, mr blue is on my team. The whistle blows and I head to the right tape with 5 others, mr blue follows us. Mysteriously I'm shot in the back of the right arm by someone with white paint, all the rentals are shooting green, so I know it's not a new player. I stand up and calmly walk away and see that mr blue is shooting blue ball with a white fill (I can see it hitting the trees and bunkers). No prob. Our team wins again. Back in the staging area, I suggest to the ref that it's time to switch the teams to make it more even, considering we've won all the games. He makes some switches and mr blue and I are once again on opposite teams. Same old predictable story, I shoot him out, he gets upset again, we win.
Game 7, for some reason, mr blue is on my team again and for some mysterious reason I'm shot in the back again. Ref sees it this time and pulls mr blue for unsportsmen play and tells him if he does it again, he'll be permanently banned from the field. Mr blue gets pissed off, yells alot, and is then escourted to the parkinglot and summarily kicked off the field for good. We lost this game but had a great time.
The remaining games were a blast, I even got forced to surrender by the same newbie I played with in the first 4 games, who was having the day of his life and really digging his first day of paintball.
-Evil Bob
"How does it shoot?"
I turned toward the field and hit a fence post 50 feet away rapid fire, every round hit. I hear a few people nearby laugh, some swear under their breath, a few "holy moley's" and a couple of "Oh my goodness's", some just shake their heads in disbelief and talk in hushed whispers to their neighbors.
"I can do that, check this out"
He raises his Intimidator and he fires 30 or so rounds, the first 10 miss before he hits the post and only a few of the additional 20 hit the post.
"You just got lucky" he says.
A few of the guys sitting around start laughing and pointing. I turn and shoot the fence post again, not missing a single shot.
"Yep, I'm just lucky."
He left without a word.
One of the ref's move down 10 minutes later with the last of the players that were chronoing and starts to divide up the teams, I see a whole bunch of guys shift over to the side I'm standing on. I know the ref pretty well, he hands me a length of green tape and says...
"Lots of new players today, show them a good time."
"Will do" I remark.
First game is a quick center flag with close starting points, the staff want to get the adrenaline going early and get people into the playing spirit. Whistle blows and I see a blue jersey on the opposite side make a run for the flag. I lay a stream of paint 15 feet in front of him and let him run into it. He dives into a bunker on their side, ref goes in and pulls him, 3 purple breaks on his jersey, 1 on his left arm, he walks off the field. I get 5 guys near me to fan out to the right and we move forward toward the right side of the flag cleaning up everything on the right side of the field. Most of their team went left which is more heavily wooded, so we ignore it and go for the flag itself. Only a couple defenders left, we take them out quickly and send in a newbie with the flag for the win. Back at staging area, mr blue jersey is looking for the guy shooting purple paint. I'm shooting purple marbs but I don't say a thing, just top off on air from my scuba tanks and reload on paint.
Second game, same center flag, teams switched sides of the field. Before the whistle blows I get the same 5 that went with me to get the flag to line up where I was at and get ready to "shoot the lane". Whistle blows and Mr blue jersey again runs for the flag. The 5 of us open up on him, he's pasted again with purple paint and leaves the field cussing and swearing. The 5 with me shift left and work through the upright barrels and plywood barricades. The new guy we had run the flag in last game was on bunker duty, 2 of us would plater a bunker with paint to keep the player's head down and our newbie would run in and make them surrender... he got 6 that game and another flag hang (first day playing and he's in hog heaven). Back in the staging area, Mr blue is looking for the person shooting purple paint again. I top off on air and paint and again don't say anything at all. I find it very funny that he saw the color I was shooting before the games even started
Third game, long top to bottom game, more room to run around in, slower pace. Mr blue's team starts up at the top, we get the bottom. Mr blue gets 4-5 guys to follow him on a mad rush to the middle of the field, they wait for us to come up to them, by the time we get there (it is uphill afterall) they have a pretty well laid out line. I move to the right tape and start shooting angles on the guys in the bunkers on the left side of the field, shoot three out in short order. Turn and tell one of the guys with me to grab as many as players as he can and push on the left tape to get the guys in the middle under a cross fire, he runs off and a few minutes later I see 10 guys push on the far left and open up on the middle. Mr Blue gets up and runs back up the hill to another couple of bunkers further up in the treeline. I want to force a surrender on him, so I let him run for it and I move forward a bunker and surrender a newbie long balling the guys on the left. I move forward another bunker and almost step on someone laying flat trying to hide under a bush. I grab his foot and tell him he's been forced to surrender, he says thanks for not shooting him and runs to the dead zone with his marker over his head. Guys on left are trading shots with Mr blue, it looks like he's actually taken a couple out. I stand up and causually walk over to his bunker. My guys stop our way and hunker down, I tell Mr Blue to surrender...
"You can't do that."
"Sure I can, I just did."
"But..."
Ref runs up and tells Mr blue to leave the field. We finish up the game 10 minutes later with a flag hang. Back in the staging area, Mr Blue is irriatated, he comes up to me while I'm topping off air and paint and realizes that it was me shooting purple.
"You know you're starting to piss me off, 3 games out of 3 you have eliminated me, I don't like, you have something against me?"
"Nope, not at all, you just happen to be where I'm firing" I say with a big smile.
Next game, same long game, teams switch sides. Game starts, half my team runs for the middle, I take my time, I'm looking for Mr blue jersey. A few minutes later I spot him on the left tape near the middle, I head over to the left and make my way to the front. He takes out a couple guys in the middle, I lay paint on his bunker to keep his head down. He pops his head out now and then trying to see where I'm shooting from, I force his head down once more then move one bunker to the right. He's figured that he can't expose himself on the left so he starts shooting at my guys in the middle. I line up on a hole in his bunker the size of the bottom of a coke can and lay 4 rounds right into it. He immediately stands up cussing and swearing with the whole front of his goggle lens covered in purple goo, he had just started peeking through the hole trying to see where I was at when I lit it up
He stomps off the field. We win again 10 minute later. Back in the staging area, the ref comes up to me and tells me this guy is whining and complaining about someone with a personal vedetta against him, and asked me if I knew anyone who fit that description He slaps me on the shoulder and we break for lunch. Game 5, for some reason, mr blue is on my team. The whistle blows and I head to the right tape with 5 others, mr blue follows us. Mysteriously I'm shot in the back of the right arm by someone with white paint, all the rentals are shooting green, so I know it's not a new player. I stand up and calmly walk away and see that mr blue is shooting blue ball with a white fill (I can see it hitting the trees and bunkers). No prob. Our team wins again. Back in the staging area, I suggest to the ref that it's time to switch the teams to make it more even, considering we've won all the games. He makes some switches and mr blue and I are once again on opposite teams. Same old predictable story, I shoot him out, he gets upset again, we win.
Game 7, for some reason, mr blue is on my team again and for some mysterious reason I'm shot in the back again. Ref sees it this time and pulls mr blue for unsportsmen play and tells him if he does it again, he'll be permanently banned from the field. Mr blue gets pissed off, yells alot, and is then escourted to the parkinglot and summarily kicked off the field for good. We lost this game but had a great time.
The remaining games were a blast, I even got forced to surrender by the same newbie I played with in the first 4 games, who was having the day of his life and really digging his first day of paintball.
-Evil Bob
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