Easy 10
Brain dead MUG SHEEP
I went for the first time yesterday (reluctantly as a stand-in as somoene else had dropped out), and I was right, I really cannot see the attraction.
You run around in the woods in a boiler suit and hockey mask shooting the other team whilst obviously trying not to get shot. You inevitably get shot, and the protocol is that you hold your gun up in the air and walk to the "medic" (to show that you're dead and going to get reincarnated or something). When walking back like this, you're not supposed to be shot at. Inevitably I was blasted to bits, as was anyone else doing this, so that went out the window and I just stayed behind cover even if I'd been shot.
The mask steams up, you can barely see what you're doing or who's who, you're surrounded by "weekend warrior" saddos who do this shit every week, along with all the Call of Duty kids dosed up to the eyeballs on Haribo and Redbull. I was shot in the back of the head, on my little finger (which I can't now move), and in the throat. The one on the throat f***ing hurt, and to add insult to injury the paint shot up under the mask and into my mouth.
I was on the "winning team" once when we got through the course and rang their bell or something, got through that one unscathed at least. And the ONE highlight of the afternoon was when I shot someone of about 14 in the ear and heard a satisfying yelp. Little bastard still carried on though as if nothing had happened, when he was supposed to be DEAD.
Never again.
You run around in the woods in a boiler suit and hockey mask shooting the other team whilst obviously trying not to get shot. You inevitably get shot, and the protocol is that you hold your gun up in the air and walk to the "medic" (to show that you're dead and going to get reincarnated or something). When walking back like this, you're not supposed to be shot at. Inevitably I was blasted to bits, as was anyone else doing this, so that went out the window and I just stayed behind cover even if I'd been shot.
The mask steams up, you can barely see what you're doing or who's who, you're surrounded by "weekend warrior" saddos who do this shit every week, along with all the Call of Duty kids dosed up to the eyeballs on Haribo and Redbull. I was shot in the back of the head, on my little finger (which I can't now move), and in the throat. The one on the throat f***ing hurt, and to add insult to injury the paint shot up under the mask and into my mouth.
I was on the "winning team" once when we got through the course and rang their bell or something, got through that one unscathed at least. And the ONE highlight of the afternoon was when I shot someone of about 14 in the ear and heard a satisfying yelp. Little bastard still carried on though as if nothing had happened, when he was supposed to be DEAD.
Never again.
, The fact it hurts adds to the excitement of it all and had fun. I really enjoyed the team work bit of capture the flag.
