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Here are some personal experiences and stories.

 

Have a good story of an awesome victory or a heartbreaking defeat? Share with us and email me.


Submitted by DOA

On the April 29th trip to Skirmish the other team put up a good fight.
The Hoods in the Woods field is where strategy paid off. Sabre44 and I
decided to sneak off on our own into the back of the woods and go
around quietly to flank the other team's house. We picked off one or two
players in the process and in the end we found ourselves right behind
them. They were oblivious to our presence and we just lit them up taking
out almost everyone that was still in there. Too bad the game ended
before we could deal more damage. HooRAH!

Submitted by Alpha Tang

Amidst the screaming of orders and din of paintball guns blazing away, we silently slipped along the left flank of the enemy.  Suddenly, the enemy popped smoke across the creek, to cover their crossing.  We heard them...all of them getting closer and closer.  The wind changes and to our glee, the smoke starts to move back into their lines.  Screams of dismay and confusion are heard within their ranks.  Chris and I swiftly move towards the creek.  He stays high on the left bank, ready to cover me with full auto paintball fire.  Me, I move into the knee deep water, cold from the autumn's morning chill.  I hug the right side of the bank, with my eyes sweeping down and around the water's edge.  I move up the bank and peer over, spotting two of the enemy. 

 

I check my left flank, Chris is still there, eyes fixed on our prey.  I check farther away, I see our team advancing on the creek as well.  I see MM through the rapidly dissapating smoke cloud.  I acknowledge him as it seems that he acknowledges me.  I shift my attention back on our enemy, and slowly bring my marker up to high ready, instinctively recounting my "training" two years ago at MOUT McKenna; "slow is fast, fast is slow..."  Time passes slowly as my finger begins the squeeze on the trigger...a squeeze that will yield a satisfying three shot burst and accompanying impacts on my unsuspecting target. 

 

THAP THAP THAP!!!  I feel the stinging impacts on my left arm and torso.  I look only to see that it is MM, firing upon me. 

 

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!  TSK MAN!!! IT'S ME SPARKY!!! IT'S ME MAN!!!"

 

And with that, I stand up and move towards the left side bank, still knee deep in water and thoroughly stunned from the attack.  A victim of paintball fratricide. With an apologetic shrug, MM continues in battle.  Chris proceeds on mission and elimnates the target I was gunning for with his usual shower of paint. 

 

Without further thought, and with utter dismay, I push my weapon safety ON, and reach for the orange barrel condom. 

 

THAP THAP THAP TWACK!!!  Another four shots strike me...three on the arm and one very painful impact on the side of  my head.  To add insult to injury, I've just been bonus balled by one very trigger happy newbie.  Out-fuckin'-standing.