I produce Scenario Paintball Events and I am looking to network with other people, as well as just find out what is going on in the world of paintball in general. If you are in the Oregon area and can make it to an event that would be awsome but I would also like to network with other paintball people.
But our event is October 23-25th at Hosking Field in Lebanon Oregon. Here is the Story line for that game it promised to be a good one.
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[FONT="]“Good…. Bad…. I’m the guy with the gun!”[/FONT]
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[FONT="]“So…I said a word or two wrong with the Necronomicon chant….. was that really so awful? Must have been, because it seems like nothin’s going right ever since! Wasn’t it bad enough I worked at S-Mart? What’s worse? A Blue light special where 300 tons of behemoth shoppers stampede to Isle 5, trampling over unsuspecting, picture taking tourists who mistakenly stopped in to check out the local wild life… or a bunch of medieval deadheads wielding swords that would have fit right in at a Grateful Dead concert only to be mistaken as stage props?” Good Ash thought to himself.[/FONT]
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[FONT="]“As far as I figured, I was thrown back to the year thirteen-hundred and ended up with a bunch of primitives telling me I had to find a book to get home. The Necronomicon they called it. An immortal book that couldn’t be destroyed, they said. Go figure. They told me there was a legend of one who ‘fell from the sky’ who would banish evil. Really? They said that guy was me. Yeah, baby…I was an honest to goodness, ‘chosen one’, or that’s what they told me. Whatever! All I wanted to do is get back to my own time and away from these primates.” Good Ash thought to himself.[/FONT]
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[FONT="]“Clamato Peralta Ni….. Necktie, Norbert, New Kids… Ehhh, just some lame words that don’t really mean a thing… so what was the harm?” He continued.[/FONT]
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[FONT="]“FOCUS!” the Wiseman said as he slapped Good Ash across his overly pronounced cleft chin.[/FONT]
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[FONT="]“Sorry, I always get carried away when doing my monologs!” Good Ash exclaimed as he rubbed his now sore chin and put his finger on his trigger.[/FONT]
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[FONT="]Alright you Primitive Screwheads, listen up! You see this? This... is my boomstick! The 68 Caliber, double-troubled Tippmann… S-Mart's top of the line. You can find this in the sporting goods department. That's right, this sweet baby was made in Ft. Wayne, Indiana. Retails for about a hundred and ninety nine, ninety five. It's got a collapsible stock, sable steel body, and a hair trigger. That's right. Shop smart. Shop S-Mart. You got that?[/FONT]
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[FONT="]“Oh, and remember, Good…. Bad…. I’m the guy with the gun!”[/FONT]
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[FONT="]Just then, Good Ash looked at Bad Ash across the field and yelled out…. “Buckle up Bonehead. 'Cause you're goin' for a ride!” as he then jumped into his sun bleached yellow hoopty of a vehicle now turned into the ‘Deathcoaster’… a 4 wheeled machine of destruction. [/FONT]
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[FONT="]“Ahhh buttercup…. Come to daddy!” Bad Ash said with a gleam in his eyes as Good Ash came barreling across the field… carving up the undead into petrified mulch. [/FONT]
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[FONT="]“I gotta bone to pick with you, you little goody two shoes. This time, your butt is mine. I’m going to ruin those good looks and when I retrieve the Necronomicon, I’m going to make a puddle out of you and stomp you dry!” [/FONT]
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[FONT="]Good Ash pops in a tape in his tape deck to play, “The Legend of Quan D” as an anthem to his mayhem… but, just as the anthem began to bellow through the crackled, weather beaten speakers, Good Ash looked up and went, “Uh, oh!”[/FONT]
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[FONT="]Just then a huge fireball hit the front side of Good Ash’s Death Coaster sending it flipped over onto its side![/FONT]
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[FONT="]“How you like me now you chisel-chinned freak?” Bad Ash barked out to his nemesis counterpart. Bad Ash then looked at his minions, their shambling, tattered forms standing rank after rank awaiting his command…“Subjugate my world my Mid-Evil Minions! Bring me the book and bring me the screaming head of that accursed Goodie-Two Shoes… Good Ash!” [/FONT]
[FONT="]As Bad Ash gazes upon his legions, something seems amiss. What? Why are his troops just standing thre?.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“Uh...sub-yoo-what, sir?” One of the Mid-Evil Deadites asked with a puzzled tone.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“Just go kill something you blundering bag-o-bones! And get me The Necronomicon!![/FONT]
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[FONT="]Will Good Ash find the right Necronomicon and speak the chant correctly and get back to his normal life? Or will Bad Ash find it and unleash his doom and gloom across the land? Who knows…. Maybe it would be a good thing to unleash Bad Ash into S-Mart for the ultimate clearance![/FONT]
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[FONT="]Don’t miss out! Get on the List… TODAY!![/FONT]
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[FONT="]TAW…. JUST DON’T PLAY THE GAME… LIVE THE GAME![/FONT]
Shelly
TAW Scenarios
Owner
www.tawscenarios.com
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But our event is October 23-25th at Hosking Field in Lebanon Oregon. Here is the Story line for that game it promised to be a good one.
[FONT="]ARMY OF DARKNESS: PAIN IN THE ASH 2009 STORYLINE!
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Charles “Damian” Allen & Michael “MRex” Zabkar[/FONT]
Written by:
Charles “Damian” Allen & Michael “MRex” Zabkar[/FONT]
[FONT="]© Copyright 2009 TAW SCENARIOS - All Rights Reserved.[/FONT]
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[FONT="]“Good…. Bad…. I’m the guy with the gun!”[/FONT]
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[FONT="]“So…I said a word or two wrong with the Necronomicon chant….. was that really so awful? Must have been, because it seems like nothin’s going right ever since! Wasn’t it bad enough I worked at S-Mart? What’s worse? A Blue light special where 300 tons of behemoth shoppers stampede to Isle 5, trampling over unsuspecting, picture taking tourists who mistakenly stopped in to check out the local wild life… or a bunch of medieval deadheads wielding swords that would have fit right in at a Grateful Dead concert only to be mistaken as stage props?” Good Ash thought to himself.[/FONT]
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[FONT="]“As far as I figured, I was thrown back to the year thirteen-hundred and ended up with a bunch of primitives telling me I had to find a book to get home. The Necronomicon they called it. An immortal book that couldn’t be destroyed, they said. Go figure. They told me there was a legend of one who ‘fell from the sky’ who would banish evil. Really? They said that guy was me. Yeah, baby…I was an honest to goodness, ‘chosen one’, or that’s what they told me. Whatever! All I wanted to do is get back to my own time and away from these primates.” Good Ash thought to himself.[/FONT]
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[FONT="]“Clamato Peralta Ni….. Necktie, Norbert, New Kids… Ehhh, just some lame words that don’t really mean a thing… so what was the harm?” He continued.[/FONT]
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[FONT="]“FOCUS!” the Wiseman said as he slapped Good Ash across his overly pronounced cleft chin.[/FONT]
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[FONT="]“Sorry, I always get carried away when doing my monologs!” Good Ash exclaimed as he rubbed his now sore chin and put his finger on his trigger.[/FONT]
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[FONT="]“How will we stop an army of the dead at our castle walls? How will you fight that? With more words? Most of our people have already fled. We are but sixty men.” A rag-tag villager spouted.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Alright you Primitive Screwheads, listen up! You see this? This... is my boomstick! The 68 Caliber, double-troubled Tippmann… S-Mart's top of the line. You can find this in the sporting goods department. That's right, this sweet baby was made in Ft. Wayne, Indiana. Retails for about a hundred and ninety nine, ninety five. It's got a collapsible stock, sable steel body, and a hair trigger. That's right. Shop smart. Shop S-Mart. You got that?[/FONT]
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[FONT="]“Oh, and remember, Good…. Bad…. I’m the guy with the gun!”[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]Just then, Good Ash looked at Bad Ash across the field and yelled out…. “Buckle up Bonehead. 'Cause you're goin' for a ride!” as he then jumped into his sun bleached yellow hoopty of a vehicle now turned into the ‘Deathcoaster’… a 4 wheeled machine of destruction. [/FONT]
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[FONT="]“Ahhh buttercup…. Come to daddy!” Bad Ash said with a gleam in his eyes as Good Ash came barreling across the field… carving up the undead into petrified mulch. [/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]“I gotta bone to pick with you, you little goody two shoes. This time, your butt is mine. I’m going to ruin those good looks and when I retrieve the Necronomicon, I’m going to make a puddle out of you and stomp you dry!” [/FONT]
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[FONT="]Good Ash pops in a tape in his tape deck to play, “The Legend of Quan D” as an anthem to his mayhem… but, just as the anthem began to bellow through the crackled, weather beaten speakers, Good Ash looked up and went, “Uh, oh!”[/FONT]
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[FONT="]Just then a huge fireball hit the front side of Good Ash’s Death Coaster sending it flipped over onto its side![/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]“How you like me now you chisel-chinned freak?” Bad Ash barked out to his nemesis counterpart. Bad Ash then looked at his minions, their shambling, tattered forms standing rank after rank awaiting his command…“Subjugate my world my Mid-Evil Minions! Bring me the book and bring me the screaming head of that accursed Goodie-Two Shoes… Good Ash!” [/FONT]
[FONT="]As Bad Ash gazes upon his legions, something seems amiss. What? Why are his troops just standing thre?.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“Uh...sub-yoo-what, sir?” One of the Mid-Evil Deadites asked with a puzzled tone.[/FONT]
[FONT="]“Just go kill something you blundering bag-o-bones! And get me The Necronomicon!![/FONT]
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[FONT="]Will Good Ash find the right Necronomicon and speak the chant correctly and get back to his normal life? Or will Bad Ash find it and unleash his doom and gloom across the land? Who knows…. Maybe it would be a good thing to unleash Bad Ash into S-Mart for the ultimate clearance![/FONT]
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[FONT="]Come join TAW PAINTBALL INTERNATIONAL SCENARIO PRODUCTIONS at HOSKING PAINTBALL FIELD in Lebanon, Oregon on the 23rd thru the 25th of October 2009 for this mind-blowing, adrenaline-pumping game, a specialized TAW 3-Day Scenario Paintball Event![/FONT]
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[FONT="]With the most amount of play found anywhere, intriguing props, unforgettable characters, night play, role-playing, prizes, and much, much more… this event is not one to be missed! [/FONT]
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[FONT="]From beginning to advanced players and young and old alike, this game offers a challenge and fun for everyone! Are you into role-playing and want to get wrapped up into the cloak and dagger aspect of the game? Are you a mission oriented operative looking to “get the job done” and lay waste to those that find themselves in your crosshairs? Or, are you an operative that prefers to be on the front lines while leading the charge or providing additional fire support for your fellow operatives? Or maybe, just maybe are you into just goofing off and having the most amount of fun possible, no matter what?[/FONT]
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Then here is the challenge that will put your skills and imagination to the test![/FONT]
Then here is the challenge that will put your skills and imagination to the test![/FONT]
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[FONT="]Special roles will be in effect for this event… so if you think you have what it takes… step up and sound off![/FONT]
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[FONT="]Prize drawing includes Free Markers, Free Tactical Equipment, Free Paint, Paintball Gear, and much, much more! Pre-register and be entered into the drawing for your change to win some cool stuff! [/FONT]
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[FONT="]THIS IS THE MOST AMOUNT OF INTENSE, MULTI-DAY PAINTBALL PLAYTIME YOU WILL FIND ANYWHERE![/FONT]
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[FONT="]TAW…. JUST DON’T PLAY THE GAME… LIVE THE GAME![/FONT]
Shelly
TAW Scenarios
Owner
www.tawscenarios.com
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