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

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Dustin "The Joker" Taylor
Black Watch ~ Dark Allegiance

I gogged a trash-talking spacegunner.
He wouldn't take the hit the game before (gut shot) and I called him on it.
He challenged me to a 1 on 1 on the same speedball course
I went up the middle and he tried to flank. I pinned him behind a bunker and covered my movement until I was about 20 ft from him. He then proceeds to ramp and pin me, firing a few 3rd bursts at a time to keep my head down. After the 2nd burst, I realize that he is a really horrible shot and pop my head around the bunker. he fires blindly after my face, never getting close. His problem is that he pops his head out at predictable intervals.
Thus after wasting a few shots to gauge where he is going to be, I stutter my firing and gog him the next time he puts his head out. Round over.
He whines and complains that he only accepted my 1 on 1 as a show of good faith. The refs tell him to can it as we are playing woodsball next and they think that my A5 will, again, put him and his ego into the DZ.
Therefor, I did. 3 more times that day.
I can't stand wipers, trash-talkers and whiners. They bring the newer players moral down to the point that they don't even want to play at our field anymore.

I agree 100% with you Sectionate.
Whiners are just no fun, and they only make the sport look bad.

My favorite kill was just a few weeks ago, I was playing on my team's home field, you know just spending the day, getting in some practice.
Now please note that at my home field, I know all the refs by name, and the park manager is on my sister team. You could say that we are buds.
So here I am in the gully (big woodsball field) flanking to the right with my captain and our medium rifle man. Opposing us was some speedballer, his girlfriend, and another dude from a private party (we'll call him camopants for reference purposes). My captain and medium rifileman move forward and take out the speedballer. He leaves the game. The girlfriend and camopants take out my captain and my MR. I'm left alone and in the rear. I'm thinking to myself, I've got to get the heck out of here, I'm going to get annihilated.
But something tells me to stay and hold my ground. So I did. I let loose a fury of paint on the girlfriend, luckily I get her in the chest. She leaves the game. Now its me on camopants, he shoots at me, I get away, but he calls paintcheck, the ref checks me and says I'm clean. Camopants whines that I should be out. As he is doing so I let loose some more paint. He gets splattered from the goggles down to this stomach. With that, I became the victor.
Afterwards, camopants complained to my face and accused me of wiping. I advised him just because I know the refs, does not mean that I wiped. I had the ref check me and he stated I was clean, everyone on the field knew I was clean. Another member from camopant's party told him to be quiet, I was clean and that he should just accept he got beat by a girl.
I felt good about my kills, but I was still irritated that someone would think that I would cheat. It put a sour taste in my mouth for the rest of the day.

I agree with ya'll both. Whiners, whipers, trash talkers and everything else are just a pain.

Another favorite of mine was when I was at a new field all by myself with my Phantom. We were on a speedball field and I was in the back right corner spotting for a speedball player in front of me. It was down to me and him vs about four on the OpFor. They got him out and every one thought the game was over till a reff spotted me. He asked me if I was gonna quite and I told him what I thought of that. Game continued. One guy was moving up right side of the field shooting at me while two guys were on the left shooting at me. My bunker was circular so no matter which side I was, I was taking fire. I heard one of the guys on my left shout "Go, go, go!" as I saw the other one make a run for it. About twenty feet away, I popped a round off and took him out. The guy on the right moved up and took me out from point blank. I held off three guys for about five minutes while in a corner. Afterwards, the guy I shot complimented me on my shooting at the guy that took me out told me good game for holding him off.

Felt good to get compliments from speedball guys when I was using my Phantom.

The Joker

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Dustin "The Joker" Taylor
Black Watch ~ Dark Allegiance

alright so i was at the big game of the year at my local feild, and i was on the red side. so we got word from one of the refs that yellow was about to reinsert a huge force of about 30 men at a castle about 400 ft in the woods to my left so me and a squad of about 8 others were dispatched by the commander to drop in and wait for them to come so basicaly me and 7 other guys our in a semi circle around the bunker
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+ is them (_ is us so anyways the ref does the count down for reinsertation and they all at once run next to meand 2 other guys, so we let them make it up about 20 feet behind us then we lit them up, probably one of the funnest kill(s) i have had

my funniest kill i have had i was last man and i was against five guys i was trapped in a bush with two to my right and two to my left and one (at the time i didnt know) behind me i heared him i shoot at him i hear him cruse i see him come up with a direct hit in the mask i wheel around see the two on my left i shoot at the closet i get him two to the shoulder i push the other one back in the woods i cant see the two one my right i hear their chatter and my radio spikes i cruse the charge i get their heavy gunner dead center of mask and their light rifleman takes cover and starts firing in to my position i duck then pop back up an charge him i get him three to the mid chest and still dont take a hit i start looking around for their last man and i cant find him i stop to take a drink from my camelback (bad choice) and not hearing him at that point he taps my shoulder with his barrel i turn to see him a say good kill good kill

sorry so long

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ACE35

lmao Great job Ace! Awesome story. Did you need a clean pair of shorts after that? Ha.

The Joker

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Dustin "The Joker" Taylor
Black Watch ~ Dark Allegiance

my favorite kill is the game were i infiltrated the base were they had a barrier but not really walls, i had both of the opposing team in my sights ran up to the wall, a good 100 feet in the open jump the wall touch the '' flag'' a big pole in the middle of the base and win without a shot!! not a kill but a damn good game!

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During an elimination game this summer the opfor decided that the key to victory was a heavy defense of thier base. The base consisted of a 12' tower and a large sandbag emplacement. We bogged down at the perimeter and the guy in the foxhole was was slowly picking apart the team with instructions from the tower look out. Myself and another teammate were sent out on a deep flank to try to break through on what appeared to be thier weak side. as we approached my teammate was suddenly taken out by a hidden sentry. I was able to return fire and take him out as well as his partner hidden a little further up the trail.

After that I was free to move up the side uninhibited inside of thier perimeter. About 50' away I could see the foxhole and from my vantage point I could see the very top of the defenders head from above the sandbags. The ref called the 1 minute warning so I began a low crawl through the brush to the edge of the base clearing. I could hear the guy in the bunker talking up his near invincibility in the foxhole. I got a call over the radio that the add count was even and if we couldn't get another kill it would be a tie. I knew that a bold move was in order and as the ref counted down the seconds I waited. At 10 seconds the defenders started to relax. At 5 seconds I made my break. I jumped up and bolted towards the foxhole. If I could take him out we would win the game and it would be a big morale booster to boot. I came around between the foxhole and the tower before anyone knew what was going on. As soon as I cleared the enterance to the foxhole I popped off one shot, hitting the enemy square in the mask and was able to get off around five shots at the dude in the tower before the ref called time. In the confusion I was shot at point blank range in the thigh (still got the ring after 4 months) but the ref pointed out that it was after the whistle blew. We won the game, I got a battle scar and tons of compliments on the boldness of the move.

On the down side the kid (14 y.o.) was so upset he went to his friends car and cried. I still don't understand what that was about.

Me and three buddies were playing 2 on 2. The field was sort of like a speedball field, about the same size, just different. At the start of the first game, I sat at the back bunker and watched. My "enemy" did the same. I noticed that he did not see me, but instead was firing at my teammate. He would pop his head up, then down, but in the same spot. I also noticed his marker doing the same between shots. I waited for his head to drop and I took a shot and hit his hopper (we were not playing gun elimination). His head came up and he took one in the mask the next shot. I was amazed at myself for doing this.

Later on, however, he got me back. Again, I was at the back bunker, but on the left side, covering for my teammate. Now, the "enemy" just happened to be the same size as the ref, and they just happened to be wearing the same colors (it was a "just for fun" game). I saw a figure coming up on my left. Thinking it was the ref, I paid no attention, until he asked me to surrender. Me being stubborn, I turned to fire, only to have his response trigger unload from my left elbow to my mask.