This post was created on another forum by a person with the name of Bob and his username is 1-i.
It was originally made into 4 posts. There was mention on that forum of printing it out and the permission was given so a moderator reposted it into one big one. Character limits on this forum will require me to do the same...
He wrote:
Hi my name is 1-i also known as Bob and I am a paintballer. Ive been paintballing for a little more then a decade now and I have experienced many things in this great game of ours. With all the good comes some bad, the following is about the worst experience that any paintballer can just about go through. I am posting this as a warning to all who think that they are invincible or that some actions dont have consiquence.
In the summer of 1995 me and my good friend Tony first get into paintball.
Our start was humble and inocent, mainly it was used for shooting trees, cans and at birds. Shortly after oweing it we return it for our money back to purchase video games. At the same time I purchase a copy of Action Pursuit Games magazine. Our love for paintball grew quickly but our parents wont let us purchase any paintball items since we returned our last and spent the money on other things.
Summer 1996, my mother, the ever persistant rumage sale shopper, finds a sale that is selling 7 paintball markers. She thinks its a good idea under the excuse of it being a family thing. Me, Im happy that she finally listened to all the blabbering that I did the last year about wanting to get into paintball more than what I was previously allowed. She purchases the paintball markers, they are Nelspot 007 stock class, and we begin to have our fun. Quickly its discovered that only three of our nelspots work but since we discover that the factory that made them is in the same town that the hospital that my mother, a RN, works at. We get replacement parts but never get around to fixing the broken markers.
So with only 3 working markers we have some fun with them, shooting trees, cans and at birds again. One weekend Tony comes over to stay (I live in the country, he's in the city) and we get the bright idea to go play against each other. We have no protective gear at all but my mother warns us to wear saftey goggles. Since mom is the law we listen and grab some shop glasses and go play. We end up shooting at each other for an hour till we run out of paint. Not being able to drive, afford, or even know where to go for more paint Tony and I go inside and play massive amounts of video games. That is the only game of paintball that we play for the rest of the year.
1997.
With springs warming breeze come paintballs purchased from K-mart.
Tony and I quickly go out to play paintball, this time we ignore moms ruling on shop goggles but promise not to aim for each others head. We play several games like this over the spring and first part of summer.
Mid summer we take a break and work hey fields and other odd jobs to afford our new habit. At this time we also begin talking to some of my neighbors about playing with us. Most are timid about getting shot the first time, this is where we start shooting each other in the back to get use to the pain.
By the end of summer I have saved enough to purchase my first new marker, a Brass Eagle Talon. With its gravity feed hopper and pump action its a big step up from the nelspot with its bolt action and stock feed. Summer continues and we play only one or two more games before winter sets in.
December 23 1997
Christmas Season is near and in two days I get to go to Florida and stay two weeks with my dad. Very exciting times. Tony is staying over till I leave and it isnt long before we get stir crazy. Its a warmer day, 34*, and we decide to call Andrew over to hang out with us. He suggest that we go play a game of paintball. TV and games are a little boring to us at this point so we figure out how to play. Four markers, 1 talon 3 nelspots, 3 people. 2vs1 seems to be the game but how to make it more even, give the 1 that talon.
Andrew and me get nelspots and Tony gets the talon. Since there is snow and it is a bit chilly we decide to play in and around the barn behind the house. As a mock saftey idea I decide to wear my sunglasses, they are the solid glass type, that means the only frams is on the top.
Tony gets pick on hunting or ambushing, he picks ambush. Me and Drew give him 5 minutes to go get situated, then we begin the hunt. We make our way around to the back of the barn believeing that to be Tony's hideing spot. Unsucsessful in this tactic we make our way into the barn via the back tractor door. We start makeing our way toward the room under the hey loft when Tony enters through the front tractor door. With no cover available Drew heads straight to the ladder leading up the loft and i take a shot at Tony, it misses and he shoots at Drew and recocks, I have still yet to reload. Realising my disadvantage I jump onto the ladder and climb up. Tony takes a shot that finds its way directly to my right butt cheak after that he runs into the room under the loft. Collecting ourselves Drew announces that he has been hit, I am also hit but revenge seems to be in order. My sunglasses begin to fog up and are removed. I make my way down the ladder and drew stay up hopeing for a vantage shot as Tony exits from the door he entered.
Standing on the ground level i make my way to the open door, the door is open into my room and provides a source of cover. I peak throught the crack in the door but dont have sight of Tony. Peaking around the door I hear the shot and duck quickly. I have no idea where he is but he is still in the room. I peak again this time when I hear the shot I see Tony and the paintball flying at me. This is the moment I learn of a paintballs true flight path as I watch it vear up toward my head. This is the last clear image I have ever seen.
It was originally made into 4 posts. There was mention on that forum of printing it out and the permission was given so a moderator reposted it into one big one. Character limits on this forum will require me to do the same...
He wrote:
Hi my name is 1-i also known as Bob and I am a paintballer. Ive been paintballing for a little more then a decade now and I have experienced many things in this great game of ours. With all the good comes some bad, the following is about the worst experience that any paintballer can just about go through. I am posting this as a warning to all who think that they are invincible or that some actions dont have consiquence.
In the summer of 1995 me and my good friend Tony first get into paintball.
Our start was humble and inocent, mainly it was used for shooting trees, cans and at birds. Shortly after oweing it we return it for our money back to purchase video games. At the same time I purchase a copy of Action Pursuit Games magazine. Our love for paintball grew quickly but our parents wont let us purchase any paintball items since we returned our last and spent the money on other things.
Summer 1996, my mother, the ever persistant rumage sale shopper, finds a sale that is selling 7 paintball markers. She thinks its a good idea under the excuse of it being a family thing. Me, Im happy that she finally listened to all the blabbering that I did the last year about wanting to get into paintball more than what I was previously allowed. She purchases the paintball markers, they are Nelspot 007 stock class, and we begin to have our fun. Quickly its discovered that only three of our nelspots work but since we discover that the factory that made them is in the same town that the hospital that my mother, a RN, works at. We get replacement parts but never get around to fixing the broken markers.
So with only 3 working markers we have some fun with them, shooting trees, cans and at birds again. One weekend Tony comes over to stay (I live in the country, he's in the city) and we get the bright idea to go play against each other. We have no protective gear at all but my mother warns us to wear saftey goggles. Since mom is the law we listen and grab some shop glasses and go play. We end up shooting at each other for an hour till we run out of paint. Not being able to drive, afford, or even know where to go for more paint Tony and I go inside and play massive amounts of video games. That is the only game of paintball that we play for the rest of the year.
1997.
With springs warming breeze come paintballs purchased from K-mart.
Tony and I quickly go out to play paintball, this time we ignore moms ruling on shop goggles but promise not to aim for each others head. We play several games like this over the spring and first part of summer.
Mid summer we take a break and work hey fields and other odd jobs to afford our new habit. At this time we also begin talking to some of my neighbors about playing with us. Most are timid about getting shot the first time, this is where we start shooting each other in the back to get use to the pain.
By the end of summer I have saved enough to purchase my first new marker, a Brass Eagle Talon. With its gravity feed hopper and pump action its a big step up from the nelspot with its bolt action and stock feed. Summer continues and we play only one or two more games before winter sets in.
December 23 1997
Christmas Season is near and in two days I get to go to Florida and stay two weeks with my dad. Very exciting times. Tony is staying over till I leave and it isnt long before we get stir crazy. Its a warmer day, 34*, and we decide to call Andrew over to hang out with us. He suggest that we go play a game of paintball. TV and games are a little boring to us at this point so we figure out how to play. Four markers, 1 talon 3 nelspots, 3 people. 2vs1 seems to be the game but how to make it more even, give the 1 that talon.
Andrew and me get nelspots and Tony gets the talon. Since there is snow and it is a bit chilly we decide to play in and around the barn behind the house. As a mock saftey idea I decide to wear my sunglasses, they are the solid glass type, that means the only frams is on the top.
Tony gets pick on hunting or ambushing, he picks ambush. Me and Drew give him 5 minutes to go get situated, then we begin the hunt. We make our way around to the back of the barn believeing that to be Tony's hideing spot. Unsucsessful in this tactic we make our way into the barn via the back tractor door. We start makeing our way toward the room under the hey loft when Tony enters through the front tractor door. With no cover available Drew heads straight to the ladder leading up the loft and i take a shot at Tony, it misses and he shoots at Drew and recocks, I have still yet to reload. Realising my disadvantage I jump onto the ladder and climb up. Tony takes a shot that finds its way directly to my right butt cheak after that he runs into the room under the loft. Collecting ourselves Drew announces that he has been hit, I am also hit but revenge seems to be in order. My sunglasses begin to fog up and are removed. I make my way down the ladder and drew stay up hopeing for a vantage shot as Tony exits from the door he entered.
Standing on the ground level i make my way to the open door, the door is open into my room and provides a source of cover. I peak throught the crack in the door but dont have sight of Tony. Peaking around the door I hear the shot and duck quickly. I have no idea where he is but he is still in the room. I peak again this time when I hear the shot I see Tony and the paintball flying at me. This is the moment I learn of a paintballs true flight path as I watch it vear up toward my head. This is the last clear image I have ever seen.
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