Alex donned some cruddy but washable clothes and he and I headed down to Mansion House Paintball to meet up with Jack. The intention was for just the boys to take part, but as I was settling up with the nice gentlemen behind the counter, they offered me a complimentary chance to take part. Rental equipment included. How could I refuse? But just a single round, I promised.
So the three of us, now armed, headed deep into the woods to the Speedball field where all the action was currently taking place. We were paired with 2 other players (noobs like Alex and I) for a 5-on-5 competition then were thrust into the heat of battle.
It was a short war.
I dove for cover squeezing a few rounds as I ran, peeked around my bunker and quickly took one to the shoulder. Alex fell soon after, taking a hit to his upper quad. The rest fell just as quickly.
We escorted our defeated selves off the field and watched another round then were given a chance to redeem ourselves...with a 5-2 match up. Despite having the upper hand in man power, the result was strikingly similar to the previous round...albeit slightly more drawn out.
From there, we headed into the woods for several variations of Woodsball. Among the trees, our noob status wasn't as glaring. With more variations of cover and sometimes larger groups, we were able to spend more time on the field and actually pick off some of our opponents.
All in all, my promise of 1 round turned into 5-6 rounds while Alex got in 8-9.
