In fact, i was so afraid of missing it by NOT waking up that i stayed up all night. BAD MOVE.
Staying online for infinity wasn't exactly the best choice, though i have to say not sleeping made me kinda' fresh at 6 in the morn'. My mother then drove me out, fetched ma' couzin (Tan Bui Hin) from his house, and dropped us at the gate entrance in school. There we waited a few minutes for the rest to arrive, then, after making sure all was in check, our lil' group of cars followed the organizer to the locale we were gonna paint each other. A little detour through dreamland kept me company through the drive there. Finally we got to Area 21 (paintball range), got off, and signed in our names and all. Giving a few more minutes waiting for the others to come while the Marshall's load up our gear. Around 15 minutes later, we were given a briefing by one of the Marshall's bout' safety and all. IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT SAFETY.
who knows? maybe we might accidentally kill each other with pellets.
After the lil' education about how the game works and how to use the paintball "marker" (not called a gun for obvious reasons, becuz it's not), Round 1 was set for pure excitement. Getting the mask to fit our brains, donning the safety vest, and getting a grip for our markers was enough to start adrenaline mode. Now.. the Rules.
Rule number #1-
Get hit, meaning the pellet explodes on ANY part of your body including the marker, means your out. Doesn't matter what miracle happened, if the Marshall says your out, then your OUT.
Rule number #2-
Always keep your mask ON while in the range, take it off and the Marshall will scold you like your 5.
Rule number #3-
Do NOT take off the barrel sock (something similar to the socks on your foot, but used to cover the barrel), or turn your safety pin off (a safety system used to lock the trigger) when the Marshall hasn't told you to do so. or suffer the consequence of rule #2.
Rule number #4-
Don't crossfire (meaning shooting a path your friend is about to pass).
Rule number #5-
When your seriously, totally, insanely, illogically, joyfully, vengefully, determinedly, or ridiculously close to whoever it is your gonna paint, don't shoot. Instead, just yell, scream, shout, giggle, or say FREEZE. This will be the equivalent of shooting him/her but without satisfaction.
Rule number #6-
DON'T SHOOT THE MARSHALL, HE WILL SHOOT YOU BACK. At least that's what he said while laughing.
Now that i've established an understanding unto those who never abide these golden laws of paint balling, let's get back to the field.
Each team, which consists of five per team, starts out on different ends of the field. Which according to my inaccurate calculation, is about 100 yards from one end to the other. The Marshall's will give time to both teams to discuss which part of the body they want to shoot, to discuss tactics, strategy, and movement. There will be one leader in each team. I Love my job.
But of course, what use will be of a leader if he doesn't have good team? :D
Then the Marshall's will give a ten second countdown, during that time each individual should already have taken off their barrel sock, and switched the safety to off. When it's reached zero hour, they can let er' rip. blablabla until one team has all their shooters kaput. The winning team is the last one standing.
Normally we would have like... Round One players play about 4 rounds, then they stop, and the Round Two players come in and play 4 rounds as well.
Without eating breakfast, and having absolutely no sleep at all, I played both rounds (stupid). By the time it was the 2ND round for Round Two players, my legs were jelly. Running became jogging, and brain processing became slow due to the lack of sugar levels and oxygenated blood. O.o
Either way, we won. It needs more than just shooting skills and run speed to get to the top. It needs good communication (Barking orders until someone turns around to listen), good strategy (ask one guy to deliver hell to keep the enemy hiding while his sneaking ninja friend moves to another bunker. And obviously support, which means helping out your friend who's having a hard time against 4 people while no one notices you. And girls actually make up a good team, I played with a few girls on our team and.. well.. let's just say they listen more clearly and seem to help each other. Cuz boys have that whole "One man army" thing going on. Funny how we boys like to go solo. Not to say i go solo all the time, i love to help those bunkered down. Especially guiding a lil' kid named Shawn.. or.. Shaun. IDK.
Not bad for someone his age, being able to take out two boys my age all by himself. They told me to guard him, cuz he was the smallest. But i guess he could hold out on his own. The one thing i realise that makes it so easy for him to paint people, is that whenever he's the only threat, the enemy seem to just walk out from their bunker trying to get a better shot at him. When people my age are a threat however.. The enemy would just stay behind cover at all times. Well.. it's more fair fro Shawn/Shaun anyway~ :D
And yeah, people love to ask if it hurts getting shot. Hhmm.... a lil bit, yeah.
I got shot about 8 times throughout. Most of them didn't burst on impact, so i was safe from being out. But still, they could be felt. Thank you Angel. (it's a name)
I would post a picture of the wound... but.. Rating Pending. 18+ please.
The Marshall's said they would be upgrading the place by the month of May or June. The place we were playing with this time only had tyres for bunkering. The next one will be fitted with Air bunkers, a bunker made by blowing air into this... balloon-like thingy. a VERY large balloon-like thingy. SO we guessed we were gonna go back around that month, hopefully with more friends. Maybe bringing Andrea is possible, :D my sis however.. well.. she doesn't really like things that shoot. Considering i play guns at home all the time. even now. *winks*
The MORE the MERRIER marh~~ kan?
I've been playing so constantly this time that i haven't had the chance to see others play myself. Cuz i was never on the outside when there was action going on.
Oh well... Always a next time. ^^
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