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While this subject is not knife related I think everyone will find this amusing. It is a rather long article so I thought it best to only post part of it and the link to the whole article below.
Paintball vs. S.W.A.T.
by Escher <contributors.html>
Before I start into the story, I would like to state that I would have dearly loved to supply photos for the story. Unfortunately, due to the fact that we were playing against the SWAT, who were using this as a training environment, we were not allowed photographic equipment of any kind. Some of the pictures would have been good, but such is not to be. Live with it.
The adventure started out when Ben, who ran the local paintball games, called me up and asked if I wanted to play paintball...at night. Intrigued, I told him that I would, and that a friend, James by name, who had asked about paintball before would as well. Ben told me that the local SWAT team was using paintball in training and were in need of someone with whom they could train. To protect the innocent, Im not going to tell the city where this was, because while the SWAT guys had fun, their training supervisor was...vexed to say the least.
The SWAT team was a bunch of really good guys. I just want to say that up front before I get into the story too far. They really made only one mistake. See, James and I were both experienced role-players, and the SWAT training let us decide what we wanted to do. In the first scenario, they told the three of us - Ben, myself, and James - that a police car had been driving through a neighborhood and had been fired upon from a house. That was it. Oh yeah, they said we had to restrict ourselves to the 2nd floor of this house. No biggie.
Briefly, I want to describe the layout of the 2nd floor. Imagine a backwards L as the hallway. At the base of the L were the stairs that the SWAT would have to climb. There were two rooms off of the hallway at the base as well. At the crook of the L, there was another room, with a bathroom going to the side once inside the room. And as the L went up to the top, there were two more rooms off to the left and one at the very top.
Ben positioned himself in one of the rooms at the base of the L and decided that he would be the roll-over of the group of three desperadoes. He would distract them while James and I picked them off. James came up with the idea that he was a hardened criminal who had been to prison twice already, and would not go back again for the mandatory life sentence. We set him up behind a desk in the middle part of the L, just about 20 feet past the corner. My idea was, well, somewhat more offbeat: I was a psychopath, plain and simple. I positioned myself at the corner in the room with the bathroom in it, giving myself a clear view of the stairway. Remember this - it will play an integral part later on in the story.
for rest of story :
http://www.teemings.com/issue09/paintball.html
Paintball vs. S.W.A.T.
by Escher <contributors.html>
Before I start into the story, I would like to state that I would have dearly loved to supply photos for the story. Unfortunately, due to the fact that we were playing against the SWAT, who were using this as a training environment, we were not allowed photographic equipment of any kind. Some of the pictures would have been good, but such is not to be. Live with it.
The adventure started out when Ben, who ran the local paintball games, called me up and asked if I wanted to play paintball...at night. Intrigued, I told him that I would, and that a friend, James by name, who had asked about paintball before would as well. Ben told me that the local SWAT team was using paintball in training and were in need of someone with whom they could train. To protect the innocent, Im not going to tell the city where this was, because while the SWAT guys had fun, their training supervisor was...vexed to say the least.
The SWAT team was a bunch of really good guys. I just want to say that up front before I get into the story too far. They really made only one mistake. See, James and I were both experienced role-players, and the SWAT training let us decide what we wanted to do. In the first scenario, they told the three of us - Ben, myself, and James - that a police car had been driving through a neighborhood and had been fired upon from a house. That was it. Oh yeah, they said we had to restrict ourselves to the 2nd floor of this house. No biggie.
Briefly, I want to describe the layout of the 2nd floor. Imagine a backwards L as the hallway. At the base of the L were the stairs that the SWAT would have to climb. There were two rooms off of the hallway at the base as well. At the crook of the L, there was another room, with a bathroom going to the side once inside the room. And as the L went up to the top, there were two more rooms off to the left and one at the very top.
Ben positioned himself in one of the rooms at the base of the L and decided that he would be the roll-over of the group of three desperadoes. He would distract them while James and I picked them off. James came up with the idea that he was a hardened criminal who had been to prison twice already, and would not go back again for the mandatory life sentence. We set him up behind a desk in the middle part of the L, just about 20 feet past the corner. My idea was, well, somewhat more offbeat: I was a psychopath, plain and simple. I positioned myself at the corner in the room with the bathroom in it, giving myself a clear view of the stairway. Remember this - it will play an integral part later on in the story.
for rest of story :
http://www.teemings.com/issue09/paintball.html
. So they were not using every trick up their sleeve. But still is fun to kick butt sometimes
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