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dwarfrage for his paintballing today, which enabled me to meet lizkayl, keyosko and several other pleasant fellows that if they did lj I didn't ask. It was my first time paintballing (ROOKIE!) and its a bit pricey for a day, but cheaper than skiing. Probably about the price of an amusement park. I found that the amount testosterone was enormous, and Freud would have had a field day with the over compensation issue. However there is do doubt that paying a few hundred dollars for a paintball gun gives you a competitive advantage over the rookie using the rented gun. They could fire faster and more accurately than I could. I played 12 games, died 11 times, and I think I had 7 kills, although the last one I wasn't sure about since two of us were shooting at the same guy when he put his hand up indicating a hit. I need to bring a towel next time I go. My start wasn't anything to write home about, although it may have been typical. The first game started, I started running to the left, someone besides me calls out "movement on left" and *tap* *tap* I have wet paint on my shoulder. I'm dead within 15 seconds, and I didn't even fire a round. After getting killed in about 30 seconds in the second game, I decided to play defense more. My proudest moment might not sound like too much to some, but I was in the most leftmost part of the field for one game, and I had a good view of the bridge over the creek, and found some good cover. A group of six started for the bridge, I got one from a long range, and the others just dropped. i had better cover than they did so spent the rest of the game keeping them down with covering fire, eventually I ran dry of paintballs, but stayed there just showing the gun every 15 seconds or so, and finally someone got me. When I got back to the sanctuary area I found out that we had won that round, and I felt that even though I had died I had protected that flank.
dwarfrage for his paintballing today, which enabled me to meet lizkayl, keyosko and several other pleasant fellows that if they did lj I didn't ask. It was my first time paintballing (ROOKIE!) and its a bit pricey for a day, but cheaper than skiing. Probably about the price of an amusement park. I found that the amount testosterone was enormous, and Freud would have had a field day with the over compensation issue. However there is do doubt that paying a few hundred dollars for a paintball gun gives you a competitive advantage over the rookie using the rented gun. They could fire faster and more accurately than I could. I played 12 games, died 11 times, and I think I had 7 kills, although the last one I wasn't sure about since two of us were shooting at the same guy when he put his hand up indicating a hit. I need to bring a towel next time I go. My start wasn't anything to write home about, although it may have been typical. The first game started, I started running to the left, someone besides me calls out "movement on left" and *tap* *tap* I have wet paint on my shoulder. I'm dead within 15 seconds, and I didn't even fire a round. After getting killed in about 30 seconds in the second game, I decided to play defense more. My proudest moment might not sound like too much to some, but I was in the most leftmost part of the field for one game, and I had a good view of the bridge over the creek, and found some good cover. A group of six started for the bridge, I got one from a long range, and the others just dropped. i had better cover than they did so spent the rest of the game keeping them down with covering fire, eventually I ran dry of paintballs, but stayed there just showing the gun every 15 seconds or so, and finally someone got me. When I got back to the sanctuary area I found out that we had won that round, and I felt that even though I had died I had protected that flank.
