Jesse's stories
CIVIL WAR
It was after a long day
of practicing and adding to our 2nd course, with the original team
before we added people, when it started to get dark so we concluded
our practice for the week, but we still did not want to go to my
house and play Call of Duty or Guitar Hero when we decided to play a
game we read about on the internet. It was a civil war style of
playing paintball where each player is about 30 yards or so away
from each other with 1-2 paintballs. Well it was Joe vs. Me (Jesse)
he had Zach’s X7 and I had my MR3. Joe wasted both his shots right
at the beginning both barely missing me and I just raised my gun up
and took one shot and it hit him right in the neck. Well Joe was
kind of stunned and he walked back a little bit and fell over. He
had a huge red welt there for like the next 2 days.
Lucky Shot & Cole's Shame
Another story
of mine is when Trevor, Joe, and Cole were playing Zach and me. Well
Zach and I decided to play defensive on a little hillside on the
side of our course. Well Cole went up to scout us out but did not
find anything and knelt down right in front of me not noticing I was
about 2 feet right below him. I took 1 shot and Cole took the shame
walk to the dead zone. Zach and I decided to move up seeing as it
was 2 on 2 now. We moved along the side of the hill parallel to were
Trevor and Joe were. While we were moving Trevor let off a few
rounds (because he hadn’t heard anything about us for awhile) and
got a lucky shot off and hit Zach in the hopper. I played guerilla
tactics but before I could finish Trevor and Joe off they both ran
out of Air.
Point Blank
This story takes place
at our first course. Joe challenged me to a 1 on 1 match. I was
smart enough to take the hill with the trenches right away while Joe
stayed on the low ground searching me out. He finally saw me waving
at him on top of the hill. Joe started shooting not even getting
close to me. He then got an idea to go along the tree line to flank
me. Well I saw him do this and decided to come up with a counter
flank. I decided to sit behind a wall of unused bricks and sat there
until Joe finally came around the tree line. He walked cautiously
and painfully slow. He finally got around to the edge of the bricks
about a foot in front of me and I took my shot and it hit him right
on the elbow breaking skin and mixing blood with yellow paint. He
still has that scar today wearing it as a badge of honor or
stupidity…whatever.
