Game Date: July 28th-30th
Cost for this event: $55 pre-registered by July 11th, 2006
$65 July 12th, 2006 through event
Paint Costs: $75 per 2,000 round case of Empire Ramp
$65 per 2,000 round case of Empire Engage
What is included: Friday night International Players Party and Saturday night BBQ
Onsite camping
Entrance to Trade Show, July 26th-30th
Players Goodie Bag
Sunday Scenario Award Ceremony & Prize Package Giveaway
*Pre-register by July 6th and receive a $5 discount off your first case of paint and be entered into a special drawing to win a Smart Parts SP-8 Marker, a case of event paint and a pass to another BlackCat Event.
Location: Three Rivers Paintball Park, 282 Rochester Road, Freedom, PA 15042
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“Team US: Global Police”
A Black Cat Scenario
By
Jonathan Foust
Then: A dangerous plot had been hatched by the despotic president of North Korea, the diabolical Kim Jung Il. In league with left-wing fundamentalists groups such as the Film Actors’ Guild and terrorists cells from the war-torn country of Dukkadukkastan, Kim Jung Il had almost succeeded in killing the world’s leaders and taking control of the remains of the planet for his own evil ends.
This plot would have succeeded if not for the timely intervention of the world’s number one counter-terrorism force: Team US. Spraying the Film Actors’ Guild president, Alec Baldwin, with machinegun fire and impaling the diminutive dictator on the spike of Gerhardt Schroeder’s Kaiser helmet, it would appear that Team US had saved the day.
Unseen by mortal eyes, however, the evil life-force of Kim Jung Il escaped into the night… waiting for the opportunity to reap his revenge.
Now: The face on the screen was severe and angular, the pointed chin dropping toward the table with every word like a stabbing dagger of hate into the very eye of freedom. The speaker’s eyes focused murderously into the camera as she spoke, her long skeletal fingers clutching the text of her speech as the talons of the vulture clutch their next meal.
“Good evening, America,” the speaker said. “It is my great sorrow to announce that Alec Baldwin, the president of the Film Actors’ Guild, has fallen victim to a blatant and horrible act of rampant capitalism. As it is my sad duty, I will be filling in as president until such time as a suitable replacement can be selected.” The speaker looked up into the camera, her gaze hard and serious. “I promise you that those responsible for this act will be punished… or my name isn’t Geena Davis. Although… you can call me Madam President.”
Screens across the country went dead in a burst of static as the Film Actors’ Guild’s Acting President G. Davis spun in her high backed chair and looked into the robotic eyes of a cold-hearted cyborg named Kim Jung Il the Second.
“I think that went well, don’t you, Mr. Il?”
“Of course it went well,” the diminutive robot screamed, his voice synthesizer crackling under the decibels, “I lote the speech for you, you stupid pawn. Evlything is going according to my pran! In moments, the terrorist cells of Durkdurkaastan will launch an all out assault on the United States. At the same time, the Film Actors’ Guild will begin to bloadcast its messages of surrender and submission to the American people. Soon, Team US will gwovel at da feet of Kim Jung Il da Second!!”
The sound of maniacal laughter trailed off into the Hollywood night.
Back at Team US HQ, the team was unwinding to some cool tunes and shaking what their mommas gave them. Shocksworth, the team coordinator, walked in with his trademark whiskey in one hand and a smoking stump of a cigarette in the other. The wry smile on his face told the room that he had something to say.
“Team!” he said, interrupting the festivity. “I’ve got some good news for you.”
“What is it, Shocksworth?” said Mimi, the bubbly blonde bombshell of the group.
Tanya, Team US’s psychic operative put her palms to her temples, “My powers tell me that it has something to do with facts of which we are not yet aware… but soon will know.”
“Umm… yes.” Said Shocksworth unimpressed. “The UN was so impressed with your handling of that Kim Jung Il affair that they have decided to join Team US in a multinational effort to combat terrorism the world over. You’ll be getting a whole taskforce from all over the world to command in our fight on terror.”
Dirk, the team hothead, spoke up. “No freakin’ way! A bunch of non-Americans in Team US?! That’s un-American!”
Shocksworth smiled. “But Dirk, sending multinational coalition forces all over the planet to fight in the name of capitalism, lower gas prices, and apple pie… what could be more American than that?”
“I guess you have a point there,” Dirk conceded.
Suddenly, the lights dimmed. An explosion rocked the bunker sending shards of rock clattering to the floor.
“Looks like that backup might just have come just in time,” Mark, the team’s actor declared.
“Get to your ships, Team,” Shocksworth cried. Your forces await you! America…”
“HECK YEAH!!” the team replied.
Will Team US and their new multinational allies be able to stand against Kim Jung Il and his hired army of terrorists and actors? Join us at the 16th annual International Amateur Open and help decide. The fate of the free world is in your hands!
Cost for this event: $55 pre-registered by July 11th, 2006
$65 July 12th, 2006 through event
Paint Costs: $75 per 2,000 round case of Empire Ramp
$65 per 2,000 round case of Empire Engage
What is included: Friday night International Players Party and Saturday night BBQ
Onsite camping
Entrance to Trade Show, July 26th-30th
Players Goodie Bag
Sunday Scenario Award Ceremony & Prize Package Giveaway
*Pre-register by July 6th and receive a $5 discount off your first case of paint and be entered into a special drawing to win a Smart Parts SP-8 Marker, a case of event paint and a pass to another BlackCat Event.
Location: Three Rivers Paintball Park, 282 Rochester Road, Freedom, PA 15042
_________________________________________________________________
“Team US: Global Police”
A Black Cat Scenario
By
Jonathan Foust
Then: A dangerous plot had been hatched by the despotic president of North Korea, the diabolical Kim Jung Il. In league with left-wing fundamentalists groups such as the Film Actors’ Guild and terrorists cells from the war-torn country of Dukkadukkastan, Kim Jung Il had almost succeeded in killing the world’s leaders and taking control of the remains of the planet for his own evil ends.
This plot would have succeeded if not for the timely intervention of the world’s number one counter-terrorism force: Team US. Spraying the Film Actors’ Guild president, Alec Baldwin, with machinegun fire and impaling the diminutive dictator on the spike of Gerhardt Schroeder’s Kaiser helmet, it would appear that Team US had saved the day.
Unseen by mortal eyes, however, the evil life-force of Kim Jung Il escaped into the night… waiting for the opportunity to reap his revenge.
Now: The face on the screen was severe and angular, the pointed chin dropping toward the table with every word like a stabbing dagger of hate into the very eye of freedom. The speaker’s eyes focused murderously into the camera as she spoke, her long skeletal fingers clutching the text of her speech as the talons of the vulture clutch their next meal.
“Good evening, America,” the speaker said. “It is my great sorrow to announce that Alec Baldwin, the president of the Film Actors’ Guild, has fallen victim to a blatant and horrible act of rampant capitalism. As it is my sad duty, I will be filling in as president until such time as a suitable replacement can be selected.” The speaker looked up into the camera, her gaze hard and serious. “I promise you that those responsible for this act will be punished… or my name isn’t Geena Davis. Although… you can call me Madam President.”
Screens across the country went dead in a burst of static as the Film Actors’ Guild’s Acting President G. Davis spun in her high backed chair and looked into the robotic eyes of a cold-hearted cyborg named Kim Jung Il the Second.
“I think that went well, don’t you, Mr. Il?”
“Of course it went well,” the diminutive robot screamed, his voice synthesizer crackling under the decibels, “I lote the speech for you, you stupid pawn. Evlything is going according to my pran! In moments, the terrorist cells of Durkdurkaastan will launch an all out assault on the United States. At the same time, the Film Actors’ Guild will begin to bloadcast its messages of surrender and submission to the American people. Soon, Team US will gwovel at da feet of Kim Jung Il da Second!!”
The sound of maniacal laughter trailed off into the Hollywood night.
Back at Team US HQ, the team was unwinding to some cool tunes and shaking what their mommas gave them. Shocksworth, the team coordinator, walked in with his trademark whiskey in one hand and a smoking stump of a cigarette in the other. The wry smile on his face told the room that he had something to say.
“Team!” he said, interrupting the festivity. “I’ve got some good news for you.”
“What is it, Shocksworth?” said Mimi, the bubbly blonde bombshell of the group.
Tanya, Team US’s psychic operative put her palms to her temples, “My powers tell me that it has something to do with facts of which we are not yet aware… but soon will know.”
“Umm… yes.” Said Shocksworth unimpressed. “The UN was so impressed with your handling of that Kim Jung Il affair that they have decided to join Team US in a multinational effort to combat terrorism the world over. You’ll be getting a whole taskforce from all over the world to command in our fight on terror.”
Dirk, the team hothead, spoke up. “No freakin’ way! A bunch of non-Americans in Team US?! That’s un-American!”
Shocksworth smiled. “But Dirk, sending multinational coalition forces all over the planet to fight in the name of capitalism, lower gas prices, and apple pie… what could be more American than that?”
“I guess you have a point there,” Dirk conceded.
Suddenly, the lights dimmed. An explosion rocked the bunker sending shards of rock clattering to the floor.
“Looks like that backup might just have come just in time,” Mark, the team’s actor declared.
“Get to your ships, Team,” Shocksworth cried. Your forces await you! America…”
“HECK YEAH!!” the team replied.
Will Team US and their new multinational allies be able to stand against Kim Jung Il and his hired army of terrorists and actors? Join us at the 16th annual International Amateur Open and help decide. The fate of the free world is in your hands!
