Finally I get some revenge!
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I went paint balling yesterday and I probably had one of the most satisfying days of my life.
Paint balling provides a serious adrenaline rush and nothing gives the same kind of feeling, except a stint in Her Majesties Armed Forces.
Aside from the fun of paint balling in general, the day was really capped off with a group of 15 juvenile delinquents as the opposing team.
I'm not being judgmental here, but they truly were a scummy bunch of inbreeds. They constantly gobbed off at the marshals, threatened a few people on our team, ignoring very important safety rules and generally ran about shouting thing's like 'This is sick, man!', 'I'm f
king red hot, I am' or, my personal favourite 'yeah man, I'm gunna fking tear you all up, I'm fking wicked I am, you guys are fking pussies, yeah?'.
At 10am that morning, I knew God loved me. Me with 14 mates (a few of whom are in the Army), against 15 potential inmates.
1500 paintballs, 6 grenades and 36 kills later, I was the happiest man on the planet. Out of 14 rounds, we had won 13.
By the 10 round, they had realised they were getting seriously raped and started to lose that 'I'm an 'ard bd' visage.
All in all, a good day. 4 nice bruises to show the missus, lots of mud, a nice feeling of machoism and we made some idiots look even more stupid.
I'm definitely going again.
Anybody else had got any nice paintball stories?
Paint balling provides a serious adrenaline rush and nothing gives the same kind of feeling, except a stint in Her Majesties Armed Forces.
Aside from the fun of paint balling in general, the day was really capped off with a group of 15 juvenile delinquents as the opposing team.
I'm not being judgmental here, but they truly were a scummy bunch of inbreeds. They constantly gobbed off at the marshals, threatened a few people on our team, ignoring very important safety rules and generally ran about shouting thing's like 'This is sick, man!', 'I'm f
king red hot, I am' or, my personal favourite 'yeah man, I'm gunna fking tear you all up, I'm fking wicked I am, you guys are fking pussies, yeah?'.At 10am that morning, I knew God loved me. Me with 14 mates (a few of whom are in the Army), against 15 potential inmates.
1500 paintballs, 6 grenades and 36 kills later, I was the happiest man on the planet. Out of 14 rounds, we had won 13.
By the 10 round, they had realised they were getting seriously raped and started to lose that 'I'm an 'ard b
d' visage.All in all, a good day. 4 nice bruises to show the missus, lots of mud, a nice feeling of machoism and we made some idiots look even more stupid.
I'm definitely going again.
Anybody else had got any nice paintball stories?
I went to Hotshots at Greenham Common a few years ago (well, more like about 12 or so) - not sure if it exists anymore. That was fun - it was an urban one using the remains of the personnel quarters. All the doors and windows had been removed out of these standard base accomodation blocks. Probably about 6 flats per floor along a central corridor, with one at each end, if I remember correctly.
The end flats had windows lined up with that central corridor so you could see all the way through the building - probably about 100 feet in all.
As luck would have it, I peered around one of this windows to see someone with their back to the far one. One absolutely beautiful arcing shot later, he had a splat of paint on the back of his head
Mind you, about 15 minutes later, I was crouched inside a window and caught sight of a barrel outside - someone up against the wall. Turned around to warn my team mates and, as I turned back, still on my haunches, the opposing team member was leaning through the window pointing right at my head. Hit me right on the crown and I gracefully fell over on my arse.
The end flats had windows lined up with that central corridor so you could see all the way through the building - probably about 100 feet in all.
As luck would have it, I peered around one of this windows to see someone with their back to the far one. One absolutely beautiful arcing shot later, he had a splat of paint on the back of his head
Mind you, about 15 minutes later, I was crouched inside a window and caught sight of a barrel outside - someone up against the wall. Turned around to warn my team mates and, as I turned back, still on my haunches, the opposing team member was leaning through the window pointing right at my head. Hit me right on the crown and I gracefully fell over on my arse.
Having the pleasure of sneaking up on chavs and shooting them at close range (less than 4ft and some as close as 6 inches away) and then listening to the loudest scream ever...
Did I also mention I was using my mates professional marker gun set on high power
Watching one of the Chavs laugh at me when I put my cup on.... taking great satisfaction at getting a clear bk shot at a range of 15ft on said chav.
I love paint balling but really need to get some proper gloves and helmet
Did I also mention I was using my mates professional marker gun set on high power
Watching one of the Chavs laugh at me when I put my cup on.... taking great satisfaction at getting a clear b
k shot at a range of 15ft on said chav.I love paint balling but really need to get some proper gloves and helmet
Toni896 said:
Why do I have this mental picture of 15 grown men turning up in ghillie suits ...
Your not the only one who imagined this! 
I thought it when I heard the..
'At 10am that morning, I knew God loved me. Me with 14 mates (a few of whom are in the Army), against 15 potential inmates.'
You know they had the war paint on and the map out planning the tactics
fatboy b said:
Our Director stupidly stood in front of us all at our paintball session with all his gear on and said "OK chaps, take your best shot".
We thought he said "shots".
You've never seen a guy change colour so quickly!
One of the marshals told me a story about a manager from a famous electrical goods store. It was his birthday and him and 30 mates had gone paint balling.We thought he said "shots".
You've never seen a guy change colour so quickly!
Edited by fatboy b on Tuesday 4th August 12:01
The marshals excepted a bit of a backhander from one of the guys and made the manager run the gauntlet.
This involves running a 20 metre stretch with people either side shooting you as you run down. Apparently, the manager was 'forced' to do it. The next day he goes to hospital with 168 close range impacts on his body. A few weeks later, he sued the paint ball company for £1.4 million, for not enforcing the 3 metre range rule. The marshals were fired.
We went when we were younger one time, and we played that one when you start at either end of the map, capture the flag in the middle and bring it back to yours and hold it there.
Luckily, on our team we had a boy who was the fastest runner in the county.
Que, him running there and back before they'd got to the flag
We just held it near our base for a while waiting for them to come to us
Luckily, on our team we had a boy who was the fastest runner in the county.
Que, him running there and back before they'd got to the flag
We just held it near our base for a while waiting for them to come to us
Strangely Brown said:
What mech thinks he looks like...
What Mech actually looks like...
Sorry... it had to be done.
ETA: Well done on putting the oiks in their place BTW.
What Mech actually looks like...
Sorry... it had to be done.
ETA: Well done on putting the oiks in their place BTW.
Edited by Strangely Brown on Tuesday 4th August 12:07
We're not that organised TBH and you can't use ghille suits as they cause paint ball bounce. This is what we looked like:
He's actually controlling the other 4. Call of Duty 10.A french campsite we stayed at a few years ago had a paintball field on site, shot a Dutch guy right in the wind pipe. Was (just) outside the minimum engagement distance, but i managed to get the unlucky sod between his jacket and helmet, so a paintball from about 20 feet smack on his bare skin on his neck. No clothes to slightly soften the hit = massive black bruise across his neck.
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