Unfortunately, it was my blood, courtesy of my nose and someone's boot [or an air-tank] ..... it all happened when I owned Nexus and we went to play in Miami, Florida in the NPPL.
At one stage, I thought I was at the Alamo but when all the dust settled, I was on a paintball field in sunny Florida with blood coming out my nose and dripping onto my boots.
5 Rage players versus Little ole me ..... on my, what a sorry tale.
I heard and read so much BS concerning this event, it had some people believing I had been hospitalised in intensive care and others being told I had single-handedly wiped out an entire paintball team with a flick of my hand ... thankfully, neither account was true, and the real course of events was lying somewhere in the middle of those two extremes.
I mentioned previously about events I had been involved in having a nasty habit of being followed up by a sting in the tail, this was yet another example of that propensity.
This particular Stateside drama set into action an unexpected series of events culminating in some really underhand, snide-ass business orchestrated by someone who wouldn't know the truth if it rogered the life out of him.
It's yet another case of someone thinking he's Billy Big Bollox when the reality is, he's a nobody.
I really couldn't make this sh!t up, and if I ever did, I'd be rightfully described, 'mad as a hatter', but as someone once noted, 'truth is stranger than fiction' and in this case, it most certainly was ... I'm halfway through finishing it and even as I write out the account, my carotid artery is beginning to twitch in my neck.
This tale of woe includes people being robbed at gunpoint, cheating, a 'complicit' head judge, politics, an affray, a Millwall kiss, attempted bribery, and good deeds ... as to who done what and why?
Well, you'll have to wait and see but let's just say it was another day at the office for me .... :/
At one stage, I thought I was at the Alamo but when all the dust settled, I was on a paintball field in sunny Florida with blood coming out my nose and dripping onto my boots.
5 Rage players versus Little ole me ..... on my, what a sorry tale.
I heard and read so much BS concerning this event, it had some people believing I had been hospitalised in intensive care and others being told I had single-handedly wiped out an entire paintball team with a flick of my hand ... thankfully, neither account was true, and the real course of events was lying somewhere in the middle of those two extremes.
I mentioned previously about events I had been involved in having a nasty habit of being followed up by a sting in the tail, this was yet another example of that propensity.
This particular Stateside drama set into action an unexpected series of events culminating in some really underhand, snide-ass business orchestrated by someone who wouldn't know the truth if it rogered the life out of him.
It's yet another case of someone thinking he's Billy Big Bollox when the reality is, he's a nobody.
I really couldn't make this sh!t up, and if I ever did, I'd be rightfully described, 'mad as a hatter', but as someone once noted, 'truth is stranger than fiction' and in this case, it most certainly was ... I'm halfway through finishing it and even as I write out the account, my carotid artery is beginning to twitch in my neck.
This tale of woe includes people being robbed at gunpoint, cheating, a 'complicit' head judge, politics, an affray, a Millwall kiss, attempted bribery, and good deeds ... as to who done what and why?
Well, you'll have to wait and see but let's just say it was another day at the office for me .... :/
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