Despite temperatures in the teens and twentys, more than a foot of snow on the mostly woodsball fields, and rediculous amounts of barrel breaks Blackcell (and myself) placed 3rd in the Skirmish Winter 5 man. Here's some commentary.
We were fairing well for the beginning part of the tournament with two maxs and a Bi (several teams didn't show up) but had some trouble with our middle 2 games.
By our last game we had 435 points and needed to beat another teams 500 to win our division. The last game was on the one field we hated most, the Fox field. It was mostly small trees and had little cover in the center. Both tape's were bordered by larger grape vine like trees running down the length of the field. In a feat of tactical genius Blazing Ace had the idea to rush down the right tape and sweep them from that flank. I followed him and we worked together to take down 3 of the opposition. Meanwhile Govnamac held off the other two on our left tape line with the help of WC Keep and Dayspring who worked the left center. I pulled and after a minute of searching hung the flag. We got 90 points with 2 of their players still on the field, barely enough to make the finals.
The two final games we had were cursed by barrel breaks with the ever dropping temperature, making the paint crapier and crapier. We managed to take down three in the first game but I was the only one with a straight shooting gun, and got taken out midway into the game. The remaining two players of one of the Penn State teams (I think Blue) took out the rest of our team, who could only spray chunks out of their barrels. The next game against Wicked Good followed suit, accept for the end. Again there was massive amounts of paint breakage, but I was shooting fine and took down three. I beleive Dayspring got another and I closed in for the final elimination. In several minutes of snap shooting and moving and about 5 seconds of all out shooting I was elminated and the remaining player moved in to take out the remaining two players on our team. Fortunately time ran out and we got the victory to pull off 3rd.
Now we all have cool plaques and we got some pictures. Of course, none of me!! Accept one crappy one on the break..
It was a hell of day
Oh yeah, we all shoot mags
We were fairing well for the beginning part of the tournament with two maxs and a Bi (several teams didn't show up) but had some trouble with our middle 2 games.
By our last game we had 435 points and needed to beat another teams 500 to win our division. The last game was on the one field we hated most, the Fox field. It was mostly small trees and had little cover in the center. Both tape's were bordered by larger grape vine like trees running down the length of the field. In a feat of tactical genius Blazing Ace had the idea to rush down the right tape and sweep them from that flank. I followed him and we worked together to take down 3 of the opposition. Meanwhile Govnamac held off the other two on our left tape line with the help of WC Keep and Dayspring who worked the left center. I pulled and after a minute of searching hung the flag. We got 90 points with 2 of their players still on the field, barely enough to make the finals.
The two final games we had were cursed by barrel breaks with the ever dropping temperature, making the paint crapier and crapier. We managed to take down three in the first game but I was the only one with a straight shooting gun, and got taken out midway into the game. The remaining two players of one of the Penn State teams (I think Blue) took out the rest of our team, who could only spray chunks out of their barrels. The next game against Wicked Good followed suit, accept for the end. Again there was massive amounts of paint breakage, but I was shooting fine and took down three. I beleive Dayspring got another and I closed in for the final elimination. In several minutes of snap shooting and moving and about 5 seconds of all out shooting I was elminated and the remaining player moved in to take out the remaining two players on our team. Fortunately time ran out and we got the victory to pull off 3rd.
Now we all have cool plaques and we got some pictures. Of course, none of me!! Accept one crappy one on the break..
It was a hell of day
Oh yeah, we all shoot mags
it was bad my fingers are still hurting from the cold suffered yesterday. i have to say the skirmish photographer did an exceptional job.
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