Posted by: m98monkey on June 03, 2003 at 17:47:28

My first game with more then 100 people there. We had a pretty descent turn out. My friends and I were kinda nervous. We were mostly speedball players and we walked into woodsball country. The flatline is god, and people like me were laughed at. I had A dye jersey, black blue and grey, and blue stiched/black cloth cargos. Blue orracle cocker, with freak and pmi pureenergy tank. Brand new evo2 loader cut down neck to be as low as possible. Plus a jt pack, six down. Add my chameleon proteus in there and the other guys had a good old time making fun of me and my friends, with our cockers, angels, mags, jerseys...etc. "we put more into looking good that anything" I heard one say. Came down to game time. I must say that better than half the guys out there were using flatlines, and we started out by staying back, watching the action and picking the side that needed the most support. During this time, guys with flatlines better then probably 70 yards out where popping at us. They would lob by us, bounce off us, one of my friends even managed to catch one over his head. Guy not even 10 feet in front of us were freaking out. it was funny. We proceeded to push the right said, a particularly light patch up till about the fifty, then it thickened up really quick. They were pushing hard here because of our lack of cover. Me an a guy with a M98, the only one not using his mag, started to crawl forward. Whiel they shot at him, I sat back and unloaded at them, removing almost half there entired side, before I finally took my first hit of the day. He held the rest ON HIS OWN until I checked in with my ref and came back. From there we, with the help of some other guys on my team, pushed them back to the rest of there team. We held them there, eliminating them until the 30 seconds was called. Then I started to run out of air...so I ended up backing off a little. Games conitnued like this, we noticed that any group of good hard speedball players were dominating. NOt because we could hide better, not because we shot better, had sweeter equipment, or even because I think my freak is better than any other barrel system out there. We worked as a unit. In speedball, you play together, if you dont' you fall apart. My speedball playing friends provided cover fire, comunicated, drew fire, comunicated, moved quickly, communicated, strategized, communicated...etc. You get the point. NOBODY TALKED! I realize there is a certain amount of concealment desired, but not at the cost of someone else pulling your butt out of the fire! THe best game was the second to the last, my entired team for speedball ended up together. It was one flag capture, bring back to your own base. WE had the smallest, fastest guy take only his gun and a full hopper, and run all the way, better then 100 yards to the flag, we followed for fifty hard, firing the whole why. A bird wouldn't have been able to make it through the air....there team couldn't move were were firing so much paint. He ran it back, game over in a 25 vs. 25 situation in only 1 minute and 26 seconds. The next game ran a little longer, but we still pulled it off. TEAM WORK! Team work won it all, we all new the objective and did it. All together that had to be the best day of play ever for me, in recreational play. It was a rush, it was a joy. It also, was a great learning experience for alot of guys. We walked away respected because we proved, camo, flatline, jersey, freak, cocker, mag, c98 or phantom, it didn't matter team work won. We were also hated as well, some people don't have that great of an attitude, when you point out cheating, but that is another story.

Follow Ups: Re: First real big game m98monkey 23:23:33 06/06/03 (1) I just played a good one this week Embers_of__Wrath 21:57:48 06/14/03 (0) back too pansy "snipers" Embers_of__Wrath 22:16:40 06/05/03 (1) Re: back too pansy "snipers" Clayphoto 10:35:36 06/06/03 (0) Post a Followup Show your name as: DefaultRealnameBothNickname E-Mail address (eg: joeschmoe@aol.com): Show your e-mail address? DefaultYesNo Your Password: Don't have a password? CLICK HERE - Forgot your password? CLICK HERE Subject: Subject:Message: : My first game with more then 100 people there. We had a pretty descent turn out. My friends and I were kinda nervous. We were mostly speedball players and we walked into woodsball country. The flatline is god, and people like me were laughed at. I had A dye jersey, black blue and grey, and blue stiched/black cloth cargos. Blue orracle cocker, with freak and pmi pureenergy tank. Brand new evo2 loader cut down neck to be as low as possible. Plus a jt pack, six down. Add my chameleon proteus in there and the other guys had a good old time making fun of me and my friends, with our cockers, angels, mags, jerseys...etc. "we put more into looking good that anything" I heard one say. Came down to game time. I must say that better than half the guys out there were using flatlines, and we started out by staying back, watching the action and picking the side that needed the most support. During this time, guys with flatlines better then probably 70 yards out where popping at us. They would lob by us, bounce off us, one of my friends even managed to catch one over his head. Guy not even 10 feet in front of us were freaking out. it was funny. We proceeded to push the right said, a particularly light patch up till about the fifty, then it thickened up really quick. They were pushing hard here because of our lack of cover. Me an a guy with a M98, the only one not using his mag, started to crawl forward. Whiel they shot at him, I sat back and unloaded at them, removing almost half there entired side, before I finally took my first hit of the day. He held the rest ON HIS OWN until I checked in with my ref and came back. From there we, with the help of some other guys on my team, pushed them back to the rest of there team. We held them there, eliminating them until the 30 seconds was called. Then I started to run out of air...so I ended up backing off a little. Games conitnued like this, we noticed that any group of good hard speedball players were dominating. NOt because we could hide better, not because we shot better, had sweeter equipment, or even because I think my freak is better than any other barrel system out there. We worked as a unit. In speedball, you play together, if you dont' you fall apart. My speedball playing friends provided cover fire, comunicated, drew fire, comunicated, moved quickly, communicated, strategized, communicated...etc. You get the point. NOBODY TALKED! I realize there is a certain amount of concealment desired, but not at the cost of someone else pulling your butt out of the fire! THe best game was the second to the last, my entired team for speedball ended up together. It was one flag capture, bring back to your own base. WE had the smallest, fastest guy take only his gun and a full hopper, and run all the way, better then 100 yards to the flag, we followed for fifty hard, firing the whole why. A bird wouldn't have been able to make it through the air....there team couldn't move were were firing so much paint. He ran it back, game over in a 25 vs. 25 situation in only 1 minute and 26 seconds. The next game ran a little longer, but we still pulled it off. TEAM WORK! Team work won it all, we all new the objective and did it. All together that had to be the best day of play ever for me, in recreational play. It was a rush, it was a joy. It also, was a great learning experience for alot of guys. We walked away respected because we proved, camo, flatline, jersey, freak, cocker, mag, c98 or phantom, it didn't matter team work won. We were also hated as well, some people don't have that great of an attitude, when you point out cheating, but that is another story. [ Follow Ups ] [ Post Followup ] [ WARPIG Tech Talk - Miscellaneous ]