Yesterday morning I was up in Moama, just across the border into New South Wales, to celebrate a friend's 20th birthday with a paintball expedition. "Happy Birthday Tim - now surrender, bitch!"
For those who have never been: paintball is probably as close as you can get armed conflict without having to hide the fact you're after someone's oil. You are given a mask, jumpsuit, semi-automatic gas-powered paintball rifle, basic instructions on safety and how not to be a wanker (i.e. keep your mask on at all times; don't shoot anyone within 6 metres; and for the love of god, be honest about getting hit! Headshots are not 'flesh wounds'). You're taken out into a field, the ref blows his whistle, and it's onnn, muthafucka!
This was the second time I've been paintballing at this particular location, and my third go overall. I think I did pretty well; after 11 games I ended up with 19 kills for 7 deaths, on the team that won 8 of the games. It wasn't as impressive as the first time I went paintballing - when I personally won 4 games and made two opponents surrender without having any ammunition left - but it was very enjoyable none-the-less. The Free-for-All round at the end of the day was great for shooting people in odd locations (like the bum, tihihi), but most of my bruises were picked up during the Stand and Deliver round: You and your opponent/s (the few who have ammo left) stand back to back, walk ten paces, turn and fire. No cover, no dodging - just pain, tempered by the satisfaction of knowing the other guy is hurting just as much as you are. Maybe more so, because he didn't buy that box...
Ouch :-/
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