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Screensize: 640 x 480 800 x 600 1024 x 768 1280 x 1024 UserName: Password: Format Mode: Basic  Help  Prompt  Format: Font Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Lucida Console Script MT Bold Stencil Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Verdana   Size 1 2 3 4 5 6   Color Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen Message: * HTML is OFF * Forum Code is ON Smilies [quote][i]Originally posted by Mallak[/i] [br]Paintball, I'm a weekly player. I play with ~20 people from the casino I work at. Some are management, one is even my shift super. So we're playin for like 2 hours in the woods, and I spot this pile of limbs, so I physically dive into it feet first and prey not to get skewered, I make itin great, I'm leanin up against a big redwood stump, and I have total cover except for where I'm aiming, which is a good 50% cover, and lots of camo. I camp, I just sit there, because the way I'm pointing is where the other team would have to circle to flank the bulk of our team. It's really a perfect spot, best I've ever found. So I camp it for a while. Balls are flyin in here and there, but nothin aimed, so... no one knows I'm there. A gun circles the stump, and it's coming from our side, so I think, hold, don't shoot... but the guy starts to turn, like he is gonna face our teams side, so I think ok... he made it around the front, and is now gonna use the stump for cover. Well... that's fine, I'm silent, he can chill, I can chill. I don't actually know who he is, and shoot first isn't always the best policy. but as he is turning, I realize, that in turning, the gun is pointing straight at me. Well, now I'm not gonna chill... I won't get shot while I can still have a clean kill. FAP FAP FAP. "Hit!" he walks... he also hapens to be on my team... and since I'm pretty close to the camp I can hear him going, "damn, I still don't know what got me." I know this spot is now my favorte place for the next round or two, till people catch on. I move out, and we manage to clear the field. 2 round later, my team is back on the side where I can get to this pile before the other team can see me. And I do, I hunker in this hole, and I let my whole team know to stay clear of the stump, I'll cover this side alone...I get looks...because I'm not the quickest guy on the team, not by long shot. Anyhow, they go with it, and there I am, calm, breathing slow, not sweating, mask not condensing on the inside (it never fogs, but it will collect moisture.) I am the bush, I am the tree. I am ... gonna screw the flank squad. First sign is a few errant balls fly in, nothin to flinch about, they are trying to flush out game. Well, I'm not game, I'm the hunter here. I feel a branch press down on my foot, obviously someone just walked on it. Keep silent. Take the pain. Branch lets up, an i see my first goon. He moves up, exactly as I had planned 2 rounds earlier. He leans a shoulder on the tree (mistake in use of cover by the way). He leans a shoulder on the tree, he is about 5-7 feet from the end of my M98. POP POP POP, head, shoulder, lowerback. bounce, bounce, break perfectly. I freeze, he walk the way he came and yells "Hit!". Then I hear another voice, very close. It's Paul. Paul is what happens to a hyperactive, friendless, kid who moons the neighborhood and pretends to have night-vision, and acid blood. Only Paul is 40, and happens to be the table-games manager at the casino. So I hear Paul tell my target to turn around, and then there's a momant of silence, then paul goes "your not hit, get back in, where did it come from?" (paul wiped his back, cheating, and weak), well , this kid only felt the headshot, and says it came from "that way", (insert pointing over the bush I'm in). Paul just told this guy, who I am 100% sure is dead, to get back in. Fine, they will stay lower, and continue to flank, one phantom sniper can't have too huge of avisual range, right? So the Zombie and Paul continue, the Zombie steers clear of the stump, choosing a farther one, but Paul, being the smart guy he is, chooses to move to the exact position his ressurected teammate was standing when he got waxed. I can't say I was suprised, This was a good stump for cover. But Paul isn't as cautious as Lazerous and he is only there for about a second, and starts moving out, well, Paul has money, and is hyper, so he went out and bought a full setup with and Angel and the whole shabang, this guy has been playing like 2 months, and acts like the grand huzzah. I can't let him get behind my team, because he can unload a lot of paint fast. I lean forward so I can see him as he is moving out of my visual range. FAPFAPFAPFAP. This is at about... 4 feet. I lean back into the hold and the branches envelope me like a shroud. I'm still breathing slow, and I see his eyes as he spins to see where he got hit from. He realizes from the rustling branches, that he is standing, basically, on top of me. He yells, loudly "Jesus, YOU DON'T SHOOT SOMEONE AT TWO FXCKING FEET!!" and looks in the bush, I can see his eyes, and I know, he never even saw me. Sorry Paul, your captain "jump on the band wagon", and when this issue of point-blanking came up, you jumped on with the veteran of the group, who said "Don't bother telling me surrender, I'll spin on you and shoot." I have played many ways, surrender, no surrender, I don't care, you want to surrender, good, saves me balls. So it was decided that there is no surrender. Exept when kids are on the field, or girls who ask for it, (3 of the 5 don't surrender ever). So again, I'm hiding, silent, and I can hear the camp, Paul is cussing and whining and ranting. I'm grinning under my mask, still motionless. Well, as it turns out, there wasa third flanker that got terrified and backtracked, and the Zombie got waxed 5 minutes later. Everyone is in, and I still ahven't moved, Paul is askin "were u in the bush?were u in the bush?" no's all around, (my team knows exactly where i was, they say nothing. I yell "Game?" someone replies the same (-?+). I crawl out and stand up. Paul starts the whining and I pull off the mask, and put up a finger, and cut him off. "You were behind "No Surrender" 100%, I don't want to hear your crap. If i had said it, you would have spun and loaded the bush with out any hesitation." ...Silence in the camp... "You got owned. Even after you sent your dead teammate back in." I pack up to leave, cause that was my last game, two teammates come up and tell me "Dude, we weren't gonna tell him who it was, you should have crawled out, circled around, came from a different direction, and denied it." All I could think of was "Yeah, good game. See ya Tuesday... or when ever you work next." --------- I'm wrong. [/quote]