What's your absolute favorite kill? The one kill that you'll be telling your paintball buddies years from now?
Mine, is quite easy to recall. Down at Tactical Paintball in Harwood in their MOUT facility playing Black Hawk Down, a 12 hour game when Katrina (Or which ever huge hurricane was hitting in Jan. '07) Had been raining all Saturday (Obviously), making the ground all muddy and making it freezing out there, causing all CO2 shooters to shoot really bad. Eventually, the game was called to a close about 6 or so hours into the game due to the weather. I, in all my genius, had worn one of my Converse pair of shoes which really, really are not good shoes for in muddy terrain (
). There were mud holes about half a foot deep. I kept slipping, sliding and falling into the mud. By the end of the day, you couldn't even tell that my digi cam pants were digi cam. Looked like turd colored pants, haha. The MOUT facility is cut in half by a rode in the middle. A north and a south side. We skinnies had started off controlling the entire town. The Rangers had to push us out of town. It took them about two hours I believe to push us just to the south side of the town. For the rest of the game, they occupied the north side, we occupied the south side. Occasionally we took back control of a few north buildings, but they never got into the south buildings. After a few hours into the game, and having used three guns and having them mess up on me, I was down to a team mates pistol. My team captain was in a building at the top of the south side, saw me and asked me what I had. I showed him the pistol and he asked me, "Joker! See that pink building? I want that pink building!" I looked at the building in question, looked back at him and nodded. I ran and crouched behind some barrels in the middle road and waited. No one shot at me so I ran for the pink building. I entered it and swept the room with my pistol raised and saw that it was clear. Then I noticed through a window on the opposite wall, a Ranger, looking the other way.
I slowly walked towards him until I was five feet away, raised my pistol up at him and yelled at him to surrender. He slowly looked towards me and I could see his eyes through his gogs get huge. He quickly raised his gun and said, "I'm out dude! I'm out!" and walked off. I was feeling very excited by this turn of events.
I then left the building and turned a corner and saw two guys standing in a doorway with their guns pointing down, looking straight at me. I was about five feet from them and I thought several things in the span of a few seconds.
1) Who's side are they on?
2) Should I shoot them?
3) Should I barrel tag them?
4) Should I yell at them to surrender?
5) Should I RLH?
I chose option 2, raising my gun at them and.....*CLICK*.......I silently cursed under my breath as I started to run backwards, slipt in the mud and fell as they finally raised their guns and shot at me. I was out.
As I walked back to the dead box, I looked at my pistol and lo and behold. The safety was on. X_X :grrr:
The real kicker though, is that the kid that I got to surrender had an Angel. I got him to surrender with my $140 gun which was on safety. If he had tried to shoot me, I would've been hurtin.
Oh, and I won the Sporstmanship award for not shooting him and recieved the Tacamo Type-68 (AK-47) worth at the time $300.
Sorry it's so long. ^^
Look forward to hearing some of y'alls stories guys.
The Joker