AO's Worst Game Ever Thread!!....

[Konigballer]

Well, we usually hear about everybody's great games and so on, but if you've played paintball at least once then youv'e probably had some games that went so bad you felt almost...dirty..and degraded as you stumbled off the field wondering "WTF JUST HAPPENED". Every baller has experienced this and between all of us on AO, I figure there must collectively be YEARS of horrible games, mishaps, failures and dreams shattered with the cold pull of a trigger...Lets share

For me, it all happened on my first day of playing back in '96. I have had more painfull games then this one, but the massacre that occured on this particular day always stands out in my mind. At this time in my area, fields were'nt filled with little kids, the thirteen and younger crowd, and although there was sportsmanship, there definetly were NO punches pulled for noobs. The experienced players there seemed to be japanese leftovers from Iwo Jima because they believed in no surrender and did'nt take any prisoners in the woods.

Well, a couple games in, we start with my team consisting of all noobs with beat up pumps and a few Tippy ProAms and our opposition being made up of the aformentioned fanatics. Those guys were all armed with cockers and their leader carried a,(drumroll please...), Minimag! My team is already terrified of the opposition and we get the bright idea to all barricade ourselves behind a huge fallen tree situated in a clearing, we're total noobs ok. So here is all of us, about 14 guys, and we're just waiting there because everyones positive their not going to hear us talking and will just walk out in our clearing for us to shoot them(sarcasm much?)...

Very quickly I start to realize how stupid this is. I mean, you dont fight a predator by acting like prey. Safety in numbers nothing, this was'nt animal planet, so I advise we disperse and a futile exchange between moronic noobs ensues. While all this is taking place, all 15 of us hotshots neglects to notice movement over in a tree clump covered by a large bush about 60-70 feet away and almost horizontal to our tree position. What commenced......(wipes tears away) was nothing short of slaughter the likes of which I have never seen again, but have always wanted to do to other people.

I dont remember hearing them open fire at first, I just remember hearing paint hit in rapidfire against both log and newb alike. Three of them, led by their darklord Minimag guy, took up a perfect position in that tree clump and proceeded to empty their entire hoppers on us, spraying back and forth across our fallen tree position. My guys were totally panicked and our just taking hit after hit after hit. Paintballs were whisling overhead and I could hear one guy after another cry out "I'M OUT, I'M OUT". But those ambushers were after the whole group and if someone who was already out stood up in the streams of paint then that was just his luck, there was no escape! My best friend stood up after taking several facemask hits and tried walking towards the guys with his gun in the air, only to be hit ten more times. My other friend and I got caught at the end of the ambush as we tried making a break for the bushes but were fortunate not to exit the field directly in the line of fire of our opposition. All fifteen of us were eliminated....it was a dark day for this young noobling.

However, that first day provided several valuable lessons and the mistakes of that game would NEVER be repeated again.

[Mango]

My first game this past weekend with my college trip. 4 vs 4, myself and 3 newbs on one team, 1stdeadeye and 3 newbs on the other. Off the break 3 of the newbs on my team are pretty much taken out. I'm at the 50, deadeye circles wide to my left, 3 newbs coming up on me on my right and im along the right tape. I have no where to go, I try to keep deadeye at bay because he is the only one I'm worried about but he is hauling and knows im the only one left and just blasts me while the newbs blast me as well. HAHA horrible game but I laughed. I went into the game not thinking we were going to play "for reals" but halfway through getting slammed by deadeye I started to think he was playing for blood.

[davidnj]

lol that is great.

I guess I have a similar story. We only had one ref for the game we were playing. Said ref was on the other end of the field near the other team when he did the countdown and started the game. So not one person on our team heard the start and we were all standing there at our flag station. All of a sudden the other team shows up and starts lighting alot of our players up. Myself and a few others didnt get shot right away but we didnt last too much longer.

It was a rather annoying thing to happen, sorta dangerous as there were 2 or 3 kids who had their masks up waiting for the whistle to blow but nobody got hurt so it ended up being rather funny in the end I guess.

One other story I enjoy happened when the whistle blows and we start moving forward. When from maybe 3 feet behind my one friend we hear a shot and a yelp from that friend. Turns out his little brother, playing for his first or 2nd time, shoots him right in the butt from 2-3 feet away. Lol it took every ounce of self control for him not to kill his brother.

[NJPaint]

hehe 1de "hauling" imagining...

[paintphreak01]

ahh...this is the game where no balls were fired...successfully

It was a cold winter morning in Wisconsin..... and this kid decided to call me up and play paintball with some of the locals. so i came over, sat inside for a little, and finally decided to go play. when we got out to the woods, half of the snow was melting, so everything was nice and cold and wet. we had a blistering wind coming. our team decided to walk to the other end of the field and await for the refs go. we waited and waited untill i got bored and started shooting some cheap, old, lop-sided balls. one of them decided to break in the barrel. so i asked my friend for his squegee. he pulls out this wire with toilate paper wadded at the end. so of course i use it but the tolite paper gets stuck in the end of my 14 inch barrel. i tried to use my fingers to get the paper, but also collected a handfull of paint. i then gave the peice of wire back to my friend and twisted my barrel back on. once again i fired, ball broke. with this i got pretty angry so i took off my barrel again without tipping my hopper and balls fell everywhere. those were no good now because they were in cold wet mush. i tried to fire out some of the access paint inside my gun, but when i did, a bunch of white paint came shooting out of my feed neck covering my mask. now i tried cleaning out my feed neck wityh my cold bare fingers. this was a mess. i said screw it, put my hopper on, was finally ready. i fired a few times...nothing came out. i noticed that balls were slowly, and i mean slowly sliding down the neck covered in paint. with this, i heard on the other side of the field, "were not playing now. too many gun problems" we then walked inside, cleaned up *tried* and i went home pretty angry. the lesson i learned was to never use old lop-sided balls, espically without a lvl10 and a non-electric hopper.

[Target Practice]

My first game of speed ball. Me and my 3 or 4 best friends with tippys and spyders played these 12 year olds with angels and timmys. the game didn't last 30 seconds. It was sad, so very sad.

[mobius]

So who won!?!?

[sgt_easton]

Last year, in the spring, my squad is crossing a stream. I had my Spyder Imagine (i think you can all see where this is going) and was watching down the river while my teammates crossed. I was the last, and i crossed carefully because I felt logs on the stream bed. The water was about knee high. I was saying something like "There's a bunch of branches under her--" and then I fell onto my side into water that was waste deep. My teammate turned around, laughing histarically, to see the only non-submerged part of me - my arm holding the gun out of the water.

I lost about 500 rounds, and luckily enough, my gun was fine. But, i was soaked for the rest of the day.

[ogre55]

This is not the worst game ever, but definetely a memorable moment when a great move turned went right into the toilet. We were playing at Skirmish as part of friend's bachelor party. This was the first time I played in over a year.

Anyway, we were playing on a large wooded field and I, being a veteran, although somewhat out of practice, decided to take three newbies and try to make a move on the tape to stage an attack from the rear. I must say that it was a very successful "creep". I led the newbies down the tape, through several large clumps of trees, over a stream and behind the opposing side's flag station. We even avoided several groups of opponents when I spotted them and waited for them to pass.

Anyway, we get within about about 100 feet of the opposing side's flag station and I figure its time to assault. Completely forgetting that I am leading three first time players. I start heading towards the flag station however my backup stays back. Way back.

Needless to say, I get hit and the rest of my team is taken out is short order. It was a great move, right up until the end. Not the worst game but one of the most dissappoining to be sure.

Ogre

[barberjohn]

well, my worst was actually pretty recent, just two weekends ago, at a CFOA tourney in China Grove, NC. it was our last game, and we were sure we were not going to make it into the semi's, but we were still going strong. all of our 5 guys were still in, including me, playing back (which i dont usually play). my emag was on the blink that day, so i was using a teamates warp right emag, which was fast as crud, and which is why i was playing back. well, everything was going great, we were holding this really good team down, and everything was even until i messed up. i came out of the left side of my bunker shooting, since there was a guy down the field who was laying paint in my direction. my team captian was currently in the bunker in front of me, and just happened to be popping up above his bunker as i came out shooting from mine. well, i nailed him in the head. he was called out, and i felt like the biggest idiot ever. well, the game just went downhill from there, since my team captian was the one pretty much keeping the other team from advancing. i did all i could, but finally it was 4 v. 1, and i got lit up. well, this was the worst part, cause i walked to the dead box, and by then, everyone on my team already knew what had happened, and no-one was happy. this was our one chance to show that we werent one of the bad teams at this tourney, and it didnt work. that was my worst game ever.

[UltimatePaintballer]

well, one time, was with a team of like3 of my friends and all noobs. so the game is on, im at the fifty with one friend and i decide to move up. well im sitting in my bunker looking for people and i get like shot 5 times in the chest, so i look for paint marks, nothing, i look up, shot like 5 more times,(at this time i should tell you we are playing regeneration). so i get up, start walking back to the end of the field, the whole other team is pushing way the hell up, my whole team is being shot out.

when i get to the end of the field, my whole team is down there with me, and all of us get behind a house for some reason and the other team just runs down and lights us up like crazy, it hurt but funny

[Digits]

My last game of woodsball (I refuse to play again, unless it's big game or scenario)..

It was cold.. The paint was probablly sitting in this guys box all season, it was nothing but dimples..

Out of 500 balls I think I had 10 good shots.. It sucks.. Everything just broke.

[edweird]

well this was the one I was most embarrased about...

at TeXball on the 2nd day I beleive it was the first game.

We just got done doing a battle cry of "Dont get Eliminated!" and the game was on. We had a bit of confusion on who was going where for primarys and I shot mango on the hand from the break. Then I over committed on a bunker and got myself laned out. I remember this one over playing recball with noobs cause I felt bad for opening most of the feild up and simultaniously screwing one of the best squads ive ever played with. Anyhow I redeemed my self by coaching for the next few games then got back in to the swing of things.

[Loud Tim]

my worst game ever was at a tourny
i got bunkered by a dude with an model 98
we go into this game thinkin man dudes with tippmans we got this one in the bag. break out i hit my primary start rockin their front guys. its indoor so with the sound of my gun all the other guns and the paint bouncing off the air bunkers u cant hear anything i drain my hopper and while refilling i glance at our dead box and see three of our guys, then i glance at theirs and see no one. next thing i now cristy (plays on empress now) is in my bunker with me so we are back to back each rockin our side of this can i bump up to the fifty.
i drop two guys she drops one and its a two on two well this guy that i have been snapp shooting with desides hes gonna do a runthrough. not the smartest move trying to run down the tape while i am playing it but like i said they were newbs with tippmans just as he comes out i run my hopper dry so i know i cant reload that fastand i am just watching him runn at me while im tracking him the whole way just firing airpraying that there is a mirracle ball that finds its way into my breech u know every now and then there is that one ball that didnt feed right away. well i didnt have one and i got gogged christy has her back to that tape so all he has to do is keep going and its over. well she dropped their other guy somewhere in there and right before he gets to here he stepps O.B. and the reffs pulled him. so in the end we won the game but the fact that i ran outta paint and got bunkered i will never live it down.

[Jeffy-CanCon]

My worst game ever was three years ago in the spring, playing walk-on during an extended business trip. Borrowed gear, unfamiliar players, three-on-three speedball.

Me and two newbies against the field-owner, his teammate and a third newbie. I go centre to the 50, and within a minute I'm all alone, 2-on-1. I break for my back corner, to reduce the angles. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a runner coming up fast on my left, and I turn to shoot on the move. Being a klutz, I turn left with my left foot planted, at full speed. I heard a "pop" as my ACL tore, and went down with a crash and a cry of pain.

I lost two seasons to physio, surgery and rehab.