Went to D-day at skirmish.
Short version
Bolt fell out of PGP-stroker
Bought a Sydarm
Was a secret agent
stole props
got enemy general to feed and water me
got 300+ enemies to sit in the woods doing nothing for an hour
got enemy to bring their props to my team
sent enemy out of bounds a lot
sabatoughed the enemy POW escape plan, got a couple escapees killed
while undercover released friendly POW's with friend
got in a midnight skirmish with a glow in the dark barrel
Shot a bunch of people
messed up a tank
led huge charges on the beach
we kicked the tar out of America by a surpluss of 8000 points or so.
got booed in coolest gun competition, yet won a kickass rucksack and T-shirt.
And didn't drink a drop of booze.
Game starts out. I was a german spy so I inserted with the Americans to get the trust of the general. came out of the boat and leaped right into that nice tall grass. Crawled on up, had a smoke grenade thrown on my back, which I tossed away, which then caused the first brush fire of the game. Seeing a black tinge come through the thick gray smoke scared me quite a bit.
Got away from it by holstering the gun and doing a bear crawl. Stupid I know, should have gotten up and ran, but I wasn't really fully aware of the danger. Didn't think an actual brush fire was going on, just a small one, and that smoke does taste bloody aweful. Got up pretty bloody close to the germans when all was said and done. Got up to shoot, pulled, heard the ram activating, a "plush, plush" sound. No fire. Turned up the reg pressure then noticed my damned bolt had fallen out.
While the largest paintfest in the history of paintball took place, a brush fire simmered out with a referee's help, and a bunch of newbs hid like the little wimps they where I actually walked around omaha beach and looked for the damned bolt. After 45 secounds I got hit once. Called myself out, kept looking. Got hit again. Then the germans must have actually noticed me or something cause 4 diffrent shooters, guessing from the diffrent angles of fire, lit the sh*t out of me. Saddened, a tad angry at myself, smoke took away my voice, my lungs hurt more than fresman year of college, and well, deeply saddened I walked off the field. Holstered the pistol for what was very close to being the last time. A few times in my time in the game I've almost sold off the gear and moved on. This was one of them. Was about to just sell, and takeoff, screwit.
I didn't know at the time but this was the largest game in the history of paintball, presently it was simply the largest game I had ever played in. I had an idea it might be the largest game from the 3000 reservations they got, but the weather forcast was bad. I was missing it. Missing, in personal perception, by far the best part of the game and maybe the rest. 70 bucks entry, 50 bucks paint. 5 1/2 skydives, flying would have been a lot better at this point.
Gun techs didn't have a palmer bolt, shops didnt even have a palmer bolt or cocer bolt that could work. Why oh why did I get a stupid arse custom gun that needed a stupid custom bolt that no one carries. Why didn't I bring a backup like I knew I friggen should have. Why does my unbreakable gun always break at friggen Skirmish. Damn skirmish devil.
Options.
A.leave, take the loss
B.play without a gun, at least you'll be on the field and maybe you can help out because your all trusted by the general guy
C.try to borrow a gun, knew a few people their although I doubted they had one and I hate playing with hoppers
D.buy one of those zues or PMI pistols.
I chose D and started off to spend yet again more money than I planed on at a paintball game. Then I saw it. It's beatiful polished aluminum body I had only seen in pictures. It's slender sleek frame with .45 grip. Could it really be?
Me with croaky weak voice: "I that a freaking sydarm!"
clueless african american dude: "what?"
Me with croaky weak voice: "Is that a freaking sydarm yo?"
clueless african american dude: "It's a pistol yea"
cool owner dude: "Yea that's a sydarm, from automag. 400"
Me with croaky weak voice: "Dips on that one"
cool owner dude: "We have" takes out white boxes "one, two, three, four"
Me: "yea, but I got dips on that one I'm going to get the money, do not sell all of those"
cool owner dude: "that's impossible we have four"
Me with croaky weak voice: "look, I have dips, just please save it I need it"
cool owner dude: "ok ok ok"
I got it. A brand new out of the friggen box 2005 sydarm. almost baught two, but my lil bro already owes me 120 still :P sydarms are friggen sweet. Well sorta. Only 8 shots, need a 12 gram, and they shoot a tad hot out of the box. 425 to be exact. fixed it 8 12-grams latter. oiled it up a lot. Damn it's a sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet gun.
Trigger is light as hell, gun is sleek as hell, aiming is even easier. Unlike my main, where I was not that good until I had bassically made it an extension of my arm I picked right up with this gun. One note, holding it upwards like you see on TV lets water from the 12-gram get into the valve (I think) cause I noticed really hot shots first off when I held it like that.
From their on the gme just got better. Went in 45 minues in. Some gaurd on duty remebered me from the beach, we talked a little. Security trusted me and early in the morning I had met with the general. He's the inventor/inovator of some form of scenario game. Was at the last castle if any of you remeber him. British guy with the milsim guns, and a bunch of homemade props. Good guy, gave me some water and a hershey bar with almonds. Then showed me where he hid all the props. Then but me in charge of security cause Im such a trustworthy and cool guy.
Another guy was their, named Frank from Sruvival New York, now Cousins of Newburgh. He also had weasled his way into getting the general to trust him. Him and I started to play games. First up, who could get the most points in the first couple of hours. Frank got 2 secret missions in, I shot 8 french/merc traders who came up to try and deal with the general because "they where trying to trigger some sh*t." Not only is shooting a french -100 points but I stopped a bunch of potential deals from squeezing through. Dick to shoot people point blank with my brand new velocity fluctuating sydarm? yes, but amazingly refreshing after a harsh bloody morning.
Next we decided to see who could get the most people behind the base in an entirely ridiculous ut of the way area in an hour. We set up a "mission staging area" behind the base, after the bridge, where attacks had been coming.
".Whoa, whoa, whoa. There's like, too many friggen people right here. Look, I don't want some schmuch with a bomb getting next to the HQ. Just leave your officers here, Lieutenant or above. The rest of you, go back behind after bridge that goes over the creek. Nazis have been back their I hear, and it's the backdoor into the base. When we get a mission on the radio I'll send an officer back for you. In the meantime, stay freaking alert and shoot anything that comes from a direction other than the bridge it's deffiently some sneaky nazi Fbomb
I find when your at a base the more you yell, hold your hands up, act angry and fed up, and curse while holding a pistol at a scenario game the more people actually think your some sort of important organizer. The version above is quiet toned down because I know a lot of people here hate excessive cursing. Anyhow, frank was busy and we lost count. He agreed I deffiently one.
An hour and a half to two hours after the start of the scheme I stopped sending people all the time. I figured no one was staying back there. Who th hell would? I hadn't sent more than one mission requesting 10 extra tag ons. 15 had come out. I figured the rest disapeared.
Turns out for an hour and a half around 300 plus people had sat back their shooting the sh*t, playing with their guns, pissing, drinking water/gatorade, sharing stories, whatever. They came up the trail, about 50 of which where roaring pissed. Some of whom where originals from when I started it up. Others had gone off to find action and gotten lost. Franks little setup was right by the tape line, people had gone out of bounds and gotten lost, properly a tad scarted, then pissed. I thought I was going to get my smartass face beat.
enraged americans: "You son of a b!t@h you freaking sent us back their and we freaking havn't done sh*t and our freaking officers arnt even here what the Fbomb is going on you piece..."
Me all hurt and apologetic like: "Hey man, look, it's been a slow time. We don't get missions all the time man, I'm sorry. I been on the general man, I f'in swear I been on the british b!t@h to get more than the god damned paratroopers running missions. I told em, 'hey man I got a force ready to mother Fbombin roll yo.' And he's all like 'I got a serious mission comin up' and I was like 'alright man', Look I aint in charge, I just organize this outside sh*t man serious"
enraged americans now in almost unison: "well give us a freaking mission now"
Frank comes out of nowhere, and says he's got a mission for 45 people. Says he needs them to bring all of our captured props to the airfield to get extra points. I didn't know at the time, but it was a fake mission ment to bring all of our props to a soon to be a nazi controlled area. All of em take off on this fake mission, ditch the props, and leave em with a couple newbs cause they want to go play. Nazis take all the props and score crazy points.
Still though the Americans are up a tiny amount on the Germans. They where good players. Despite the fact their base was almost entirely infiltrated by frank, me, and a couple others; they where going off on fake missions to remote american held sections of the field, sitting around doing nothing by design, and at any given point around 100 of them where off the field on fake missions, they where still up. They had some good players.
Next me and frank started sending people on as many fake missions as possible. Even getting them gulibal to the point they go out of bounds to do missions. People get lost, the majority of the team starts to hate command. America has continous problems getting missions out. I manage to swipe a thing or two. My lungs finally get better near the end of the day. Go out and acutally play. Still pretnding to be American.
Nothing too exciting, totally whooped up on people with the sydarm, loving life. Then I volunteer to be an American prisoner of war. We get escorted by germans, I convince people not to run. Get a gaurd to notice the two that try to run. Germans straight up execute a guy for talking smack. When they release us I get me and 3 guys shot. yay.
Most boring 00 mission of my life :P
The next was much more fun. The Americans got the turn to be jail gaurds. Volunteered for that one too. Along the way they had a ridiculous surpluss of gaurds. It was impossible for me to make an opening. Once we get to base a guy from my local paintshop comes up and goes "hey 10-shot" flashes his ID by slipping his glove off. I nod and move to a door.
Hears where planning greatly differs between me and normal people. He thinks "move around, barrel tap everyone with ref present, then have him call them all out" I think "I got an angle on 5 guys, take out four for sure, proberly 5, maybe 7, long shot 8" I watch him talk to the refs, he leaves. Where'd he go! in about 5 minutes I'm opening up. I can take out the door gaurd next to me, two of the towers. 2/3 of the prisoners will get out, most might make it if I get a few more shots off then I thought. Where'd he go.
7 minutes later I flick my saftey off. THe guy next to me is gone. 25 more people came in but they're in the front of the base. I should have done this earlier. I got 5 prisoners right next to me, they'll make it, maybe a few more. I wait until two guys move around the center shack, lift my pistol halfway. Judge comes in "your all dead".
As I said I did not know, but he had been climbing all the towers. Tagged everyone inside. And checked all the ID's of the new arivals and tagged them too. All the prisoners but two made it back. We made sure of that.
We went back to the ref headquarters because a the ref on the scene said they wanted us to see them. It seemed my teamates manuver had pissed off a lot of people. He was about to cancel the points entirely for both sides when I said
"look, it was either that way or the both of us could have opened up on the bastards. I had five kids 3 of which would have been close range headshots. He would have opened up too. We decided that the best way to do it was the nonpaintful way. I stood gaurd incase he got caught, he did his job, it all worked out"
Not entierly honest but the point was we desreved the points. The enemy let two infiltrators in and we pulled it the hell off. The only shooting was afterwards when the two of us made a hole for the POWS. Was a friggen blast. Him and I have played 5 on 30 at the field before and it was just like that. New and mideocre players against one big gun and one small one. Both more skilled than them. Cover fire, I get angles, he picks off lose ones, great friggen fun. We got em through.
Night play waas crappy. No Americans on the field except the beach. The majority of American night players got kicked off the field in the first 30 minutes because all of their guns where hot. I heard above 45 people got kicked off the field for hot guns. Don't know how true that is. I had one intresting little skirmish. Lenses all blured, all by my lonesome, I see a shimmering green light.
"Identify!"
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"Identify or I freaking shoot"
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Blat Blat Blat
"check yourself!'
Blat Blat
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"Go out you dumb bastard"
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start sneaking around. walking up really slow. get nice and close. my mouth salvates as I think of my next brand new barrle tap. Going to suprise the sh*t out of this cheating SOB. Lung for the barrel tap. OW, it's all hard, round... it's a cylynder? God damned glow in the dark friggen barrel prop.
400 points. Woot. Tripped a bunch. Couldn't see anything. Rather boring as I said. No eneimies, we just cleaned up. So I left after a few hours. Rather unsatisfying for the largest game ever.
The next day we're up a couple thousand points. The french, who had allied with the germans, had been trading them fake prop after fake prop. Frank had cost them thousands of points in not telling them trades, sadotaughing trades, and getting the American generall let him be his embassador to the Germans, French, and Mercs (tyrell coporation of something). A suprising amount of cash had made it's way out of the HQ, A lot of props found hadn't been claimed for the US, and german spies kept getting into postion to execute commanding officers.
My lungs where all better, I was bored with being 00 although amused. I had come to play, and I felt I had done enough damgage to the enemy team personally. Still I kept on the downlow. I switched uniforms up again and took to the field.
Up until that point I admit I had not been on the field much. The Americans where always saying they controlled a majority of the field. I found out this was true, but massive scenario games like this are more like chess than checkers. Many times the Germans had pushed to the American base the day before. Only reinsertions held them back. While the Americans held places worth points, their strongpoints where segmented. Lines streached.
At the sunset of the first day the Germans had begun to proberly push in the right locations. The secound day the germans pushed remarkably hard at just the right points. The Americans where trapped in thier base with only a few points to send out teams on missions. We took the beach.
I started out in the woods with RT's raiders. We found a hell of a fire fight. Me and heff duked it out with the enemy. I ran up to abandoned tree line and managed to bunker 5 people at once. A new personal record. Even got to take the bunker they where in and started picking off Americans down the line.
Reloaded 3 times, got 15 definate kills, maybe 19 in a matter of two minutes. Then they figured out where I was. A couple guys from RT's raiders (I think it was them) immedietly refocused on my position. Taking out or pinning down the opposition around me. I know when its time to go and it was time to go. I skimmied, unseen, back into the tree lines thick brush and branches. cover fire died down. I picked off a few more after a minutes wait. Always best to wait a minute after moveing in a big game. They forget you exsist.
The best part is you can get the guys who fall into the same bunkers you just took out. Then their buddies see the bunkers as a "death trap" regardless of how their buddies got taken out twice in a row. I find that true at least most of the time. I skimmied a bit more back my way and looked around. Heff had jumped the tree line and was duking it out with some kids in hyderball tubes.
I dove and rolled, pistol holstered, into a palte bunker facing the opposition. Yelled to Heff to let him know I was their and started shooting. Got one before someone in the woods got an angle on me. Missed, and I didn't give him a secound chance. Dove out and quickly high crawled into the ditch next to the tree line.
Couple rocks is really all the cover you need when you play our way. Shot it out for a while with the kids. Got another. Heff got hit. I got hit. A good firefight so far.
I reinserted and helped push the beach. At that point in time the woods crew had taken more ground. The same problem as always pressited. A mass of people held back by fear. I never understood why people stand out of range of a firefight and wait for something to happen. Maybe low paint, but usually just plain obnoxious fear. reinsertion is 15 minutes, skirmish usually doesn't even watch them, and there's always the 500 yard walk. Dishonest as it may be it's more honest than the common skirmish practice to wipe hits.
Skip this if you don't want my personal view on how riensertion should be run,
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Better than those stupid medic cards. You gotta be hit 3 times before aref will call you out unless it's a headshot. Does that make any sense? There could be much better systems. How about an on field medic tent. 2 surgions on each team, who would have to be selected with the same care as generals and XO's, could set up triage tents anywhere on the field. They would be assigned referees or could even be referees. They would havea big arse medic bag that has: a tarp with a red cross, cord, a lockbox with two slots, 50-100 rebirth cards or bandages (toliet paper), 50-100 5 minute rebirth cards, 50-100 10 minute rebirth cards, 2 timers, roll of colred tape, and color cordinated stickers for the cards.
Now here is how it would work. Ref's would get the timers. Surgeon would have to set up the tent and any props deemed nessecary to make it hard to pack up the center quickly. This would make it only somewhat mobile so it couldnt just be moved around all the time. The surgeon would have to tape off two areas behind the tarp relative to where the fighting is taking place. These would be the pits for the 5 minute's and the 10 minutes.
The key to 5 and 10 minute cards is that the pits could only be usued in between countdowns. In other words once the surgeon declares a 5 minute pit is actively counting down patients cannot be added to it. As a card is used it would be placed into the lock box, it's cordinated sticker would be placed on the patient or his paintgun. A patient shot inside the healing pin would immedietly be called out.
All of these props could cost money to replace. The tape, the cards/stiker combos, and large props that would allow the surgeon to be able to cary more of the above. The enemy would be able to capture the large props, but not the entire center. I think this would add both a quicker reinsertion time and a new strategic aspect to the game.
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I got things moving. Took point after point positon and convinced people to move up with the help of two other guys. We moved on up the beach, ducking from hyberball tube to hyberball tube until we met the brunt of the defense. The Americans where pushing back hard and me and a newly found friend where stuck on the forefront. I snap shot out the side and claimed guy after guy. The stream was endless. As we where both sometimes forced to shoot out his side of the bunker the other side ignored us.
The Americans where taking back the woods and shooting over at us. Longballs dangeroulsy bounced off the both of us. While I had virtually no hard targets he had a bunch. We decided to slowly move the tube back a little (allowed at skirmish). The best part of being at the front is that you get a sweet angle on the piled up bunkers in the front.
In all the pics you see of skirmished Dday there is almost always WAY more people in a bunker than belong. I lost count of just how many soft target where crouching/laying/sitting, in plain bloody view. I wished to god I had my main, Draco. I would have cleaned up and then some. These guys where as easy to hit as 1, 2, 3. The fun part was nabbing 3, with a ref watching. Their buds would return fire and the ref would just bunch those silly medic cards till Ihit each 3 times. Pain in the arse but a fun target rich enviroment.
I had my own personal ref after my buddy got smacked in the face. Reloading, shooting out both sides, just totally in my zone. It was like a 500 on one. Granted I had about the same amount of people behind me in shabby positions it just felt like that. It's almost as great as flying when you feel like that.
Your reloading while thousands of shots fly over and hit your bunker. You lean out between gaps in the strings to hit a guy or two, keep em at bay. Finally I got a hit in the lower arm. Ref asked for my medic card, said "I don't play wussy sh*t" and he laughed hard as hell. I don't think they like it either, they're always getting shot a lot just to punch someone.
Got back in, told the generall what was up and droped off 2 US ID's I hadnt gotten around to turning in. the little kids are always so gulible. I think it might have been the secound in command dude. Ref said I shouldn't do that, caused some sort of serious problem. Got him to reorrient a cuple of inserts into the woods. Turns out not too many people take the time to relay whats going on up on the front or simply havnt moved out of their small area.
While it's always good to have a bunch of people sitting and shooting from the same spots I find that it easily goes overboard. It's friggen impossible to move people up, and no one knows whats really going on most of the time. As I ran low on 12-grams I started moving up and down the line a lot. Dodging enemy and friendly fire to get the entire line to move a little more ridgedly.
Of course I'd like to think the advance that began was all me but I got one of them obnoxious ego's. We kicked the living hell out of them. As the woods and beach leveled out I went uptop onto the beach where we needed people to move up a lot more than down below.
The seemingly close quarters feel of the woods get's people to take position after position. The beach on the other hand had only a few bunkers in comparison to the number of people. Me and about 4 people served as the officers on the field. Waving people on. Standing up and strutting around, trying to show it was safe to move.
a plethora of smoke bombs where constantly being set off. Not once did the haze disapate across the field. Those things friggen work too. A large brush fire happened at one end of the field, strangly it set off long after we had taken it. A much larger fire than I was near before for sure.
I ran around, directing, shooting, tossing the smoke grenades back. Deep breath, pray you find it before you need more air, burn your hand a tad, chuck it back. Sometimes it was returned, often not.
Men with Nazi flags ran back and forth. One shirtless. The secret weapon, a guy in a large box like costume, patrolled back and forth. Me and what I think was either the general or the secound in command cordinated to get charges going. After 3 me and 5 brave souls took the secound chopper. Always fun to be apart of the squad to get into a key bunker. I got hit right away when I pulled a 3 for one. Stood straight up to blast the three guys at the tail before they could attempt a bunkering move.
The resulting fire got them more than me I think :) love peoples crappy barells. Walked to the end of the field, then ran up and bought more 12-grams and clips from my bag. Ran back, cleaned up, charged on in. We where still only at the secound chopper. The woods where wavering though.
The left side of our side of the beach was vastly unoccupied. Many bunkers where actually empty. This allowed enemies in the woods to sneak up on the beach side of the tree line and shoot at us from foilage or bunkers close to the woods. It was a potential threat. If the Americans had quickly reinforced down there, instead of paying attention to the german force directly infornt of them, they could have wrecked havock on the beach and turned a flank on our men in the woods.
As I said before though people like to dig into their positions. A majority of players, upoun finding a weakness, will exploit it. Seldom will they grab others to join in. So a group of around 10-15 men where longballing us. People retunred fire, many fell back as if looking for an excuse.
I didn't really realize the danger until this hindsight. It was the german who had been leading the charges and motivational players that came up to me and told me to get people down there. I moved person after person from overcrowded bunker down to below.
Soon the field was relativly blanced. The left still weak but the woods strongly supporting it. Players began filters down to play the tree line or go into the woods due to the innaction on the beach. The call for charge was being ignored was a somewhat decent firefight kicked up.
I was in the secound chopper, having bored from yelling at unresponisve men for the time being. It was still the foremost bunker in our controll minus a couple paletts to the far right. We where engaging the front, pinning down our sides forwardmost angle on the last boat the americans held a side of, and shooting into the woods. All of this was done by the 6 people other than me in there.
Unfortunatly my low ammo, and new gun I had not adjusted to, demoted me to simply picking a guy off here and there. I has getting a kill around every 3 shots. Maybe one every 2-5 minutes. Not good for the size of the game. Still it was an intense position. Paint flew in, hammered the bunker. Slowly teamate after teamate with me ran out of air or paint.
As always the great comraderie only found in paintball kicked in. Players with paint gave it to those with air. Those afraid to move in with us handed in guppies. Even smoke bombs, which where quite pricey at the event, where passed into us.
Then the worst that could happen in a highly condensed area happened. The Americans sent two tanks at us. One after the other. The first scared the bejesus out of our team. Many fled. Inside the chopper, where I served only as a spotter for my hoppergun friends I saw them run through the large side doors.
A boost in moral was needed. I ran out the side of the chooper and after the tank on foot. They didn't see me coming until it was too late. The top bubbel turret swivled around just as I embraced to rear of his viechle and began to hump it.
"I'm freaking the tank! I'm freaking the tank!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. The ref ran up, I could see by his eyes he was amused alough his voice was angry,
"Stop! Stop! Thats Unsafe let go of the tank!"
"OK, as long as you tell the tank crew that their tanks been f'd I don't care!"
Despite the tanks loud twin guns on the turret and window guns I could hear the guy laughing with me. I got off the field, cleaned up. Got back on with a friend named Jonsey, played as his pod b!t@h for 1:30, just loaded while he blazed away. Shot the sh*t out of all the kids who kept wiping, was hilarious.
That's when it got me. One hot shot from the tree line, halfway across the beach at a bloody angle knocked my head so hard I saw a gold light and got light headed. Almost got knocked the hell out. Blood streamed down from right above the forward tip of my hairline. My head my have been shaved bald but that shot was going hot as hell. The ref who saw the mark was amazed that someones gun was the hot. I hope they nailed the bastard.
Within the last 20 minutes of the game we pushed the Americans all the way back to their base. We where in visual range from all angles, the mass of thier players didn't even dare go back in as we continued. Their riensertion point flag was captured for christ sake.
The game ended for me after me and a little newb 'trained' a bunker. Him with the grenade, me running infront. It worked, 8 guys gone and pissed as hell. Talk about bonus balling. I got back in quickly, ran back. Was out of ammo after that last clip so someone gave me a grenade.
In the last minute of the game I ran up to a point bunker. 5 feet away I got shot. I rolled the grenade to the guy in the bunker infront of me. It was a new tippmann bouncing betty. Told him to throw it, he just had to pull the pin.
So the game ended with a teamate covering me and 3 others with a grenade I gave him when he pulled the pin. Haw Haw Haw.
Tried to get reconized at the coolest gun competion for the sydarm. Got booed. No wonder Tom Kaye left paintball.
And always, had some newbie b!t@h lecture me on why a 400 dollar pistol is a waist of money. Would you buy a 100 dollar hopper gun?
