[WARNING LARGISH POST, I'D SUGGEST GETTING A PINT BEFORE YOU READ IT]
Picture the scene, It's 8pm Saturday night, and i've just arrived at Ratho Park to meet up with Chunk and Garyc from The keltic warriors. I walk in with my kit bag and meet them having a pint. After a couple of mintues we wander to the car and get in where we proceed to Garyc's flat where we spend the next 6 hours drinking, eating chinese and playing the PS2.
At 3am the black seven seater arrives and we all clamber in. After picking up mallarkey we get on the road. I fall asleep after crapping myself when someone scares the crap out of me (this event will not be spoken about
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When we finally arrive we seem to be the first there. Woo. we set up and i get desinated "pot bitch" until our nice shiny Paintball rocket arrived. We spend some time wandering around the fields picking out bunkers, triping over tree stumps, getting used to the place. We go back to the safe area to find the place buzzin. I'm really starting to enjoy myself now. The first match i'm on the sidelines, watching field 2. It's huge, but good fun to watch.
Game 4 and it's my turn. I pod up and make my way to field 1. We group hug in the middle and make our way to our bases. It's the 10 second count and i'm nervous, looking around at the experience that i'm basking in.
5 seconds and i'm ready to run.
The whisle blows and i'm off, Chunk firing a barrage of paint over my head as i make it to my bunker. With no one out, we doing well. I fire a couple of shots through the space in the wood. 1 shot, 2 shots, 3 shots then suddenly nothing. "huh?" I have a breakage. I strip the barrel and blot down to clean. 1 of our guys in the bunker in fronts gone down. They're getting close now, as i can feel the paint smashin against the bunker. As i assemble the marker and get ready again. I pop out and see someone poping out of a bunker in front. "Whoop" I slide back in as some paint flys past where my head was half a second before. I pop out and fire a round in to the space where he was before. Missed. Someone goes out behind me. 3 left now. It's not going well, i pop out again and fire off another round. Nothing. Another breakage. I stip down again as the front runner of the opposite team slips into the bunker infront. Paint smashes into my bunker as i'm cleaing the barrel. I put it back on and fire in the bunker infront. Nothing. A breakage in the hopper. i take it off and stick my fluffy in to it to clean it, paint flying everywhere. On it goes and i'm back in the game, poping out and keeping the front runner at bay. All of a sudden the call of "front left" goes up. Someones coming in from my left. I'm tight in my bunker though so it doesn't matter. Unfortunaty my pod pack is sticking out the side. Smash and i'm out.
We head back to the safe and get ready for our next match.
Our last game of the day as bottom division we play the Armchair paintballers on field 4. I'm on again, and i'm excited. We get the top (thank god) and thanks to my sypder barrel on the JT we're on fire. The whisle goes and guns up and firing. I make it three bunkers down the field and i'm tight in with Chunk the bunker up and danny the bunker up behind that. Paint is firing everywhere and we're winning. 5v3 and we're on top. I pop out and fire some rounds and i'm back in. I pop out again and hear the horrible "chugchugchugchug" I'm out of gas. Chunk come down beside me as i just sit behind m, bunker and reflect on the day.
It's been good and that last win was brill. We head up the road and the presentaion and all's well. Can't wait for the next one tho...
Picture the scene, It's 8pm Saturday night, and i've just arrived at Ratho Park to meet up with Chunk and Garyc from The keltic warriors. I walk in with my kit bag and meet them having a pint. After a couple of mintues we wander to the car and get in where we proceed to Garyc's flat where we spend the next 6 hours drinking, eating chinese and playing the PS2.
At 3am the black seven seater arrives and we all clamber in. After picking up mallarkey we get on the road. I fall asleep after crapping myself when someone scares the crap out of me (this event will not be spoken about
)When we finally arrive we seem to be the first there. Woo. we set up and i get desinated "pot bitch" until our nice shiny Paintball rocket arrived. We spend some time wandering around the fields picking out bunkers, triping over tree stumps, getting used to the place. We go back to the safe area to find the place buzzin. I'm really starting to enjoy myself now. The first match i'm on the sidelines, watching field 2. It's huge, but good fun to watch.
Game 4 and it's my turn. I pod up and make my way to field 1. We group hug in the middle and make our way to our bases. It's the 10 second count and i'm nervous, looking around at the experience that i'm basking in.
5 seconds and i'm ready to run.
The whisle blows and i'm off, Chunk firing a barrage of paint over my head as i make it to my bunker. With no one out, we doing well. I fire a couple of shots through the space in the wood. 1 shot, 2 shots, 3 shots then suddenly nothing. "huh?" I have a breakage. I strip the barrel and blot down to clean. 1 of our guys in the bunker in fronts gone down. They're getting close now, as i can feel the paint smashin against the bunker. As i assemble the marker and get ready again. I pop out and see someone poping out of a bunker in front. "Whoop" I slide back in as some paint flys past where my head was half a second before. I pop out and fire a round in to the space where he was before. Missed. Someone goes out behind me. 3 left now. It's not going well, i pop out again and fire off another round. Nothing. Another breakage. I stip down again as the front runner of the opposite team slips into the bunker infront. Paint smashes into my bunker as i'm cleaing the barrel. I put it back on and fire in the bunker infront. Nothing. A breakage in the hopper. i take it off and stick my fluffy in to it to clean it, paint flying everywhere. On it goes and i'm back in the game, poping out and keeping the front runner at bay. All of a sudden the call of "front left" goes up. Someones coming in from my left. I'm tight in my bunker though so it doesn't matter. Unfortunaty my pod pack is sticking out the side. Smash and i'm out.
We head back to the safe and get ready for our next match.
Our last game of the day as bottom division we play the Armchair paintballers on field 4. I'm on again, and i'm excited. We get the top (thank god) and thanks to my sypder barrel on the JT we're on fire. The whisle goes and guns up and firing. I make it three bunkers down the field and i'm tight in with Chunk the bunker up and danny the bunker up behind that. Paint is firing everywhere and we're winning. 5v3 and we're on top. I pop out and fire some rounds and i'm back in. I pop out again and hear the horrible "chugchugchugchug" I'm out of gas
. Chunk come down beside me as i just sit behind m, bunker and reflect on the day. It's been good and that last win was brill. We head up the road and the presentaion and all's well. Can't wait for the next one tho...
