Phaelon Veritas
12-17-2000, 10:03 PM
we were having a night game in a friends yard and it was cold and my gun was shooting very crappy I attributed it to bad paint but the paintballs were hooking like mad for some reason so I am tucked behind a barrel and my buddy is maybe 40 feet in front of me and he is steadily nailing this barrel I am behind and I am taking pop shots trying to predict the paintballs unruly path I mean I shoot directly at him and the get fifteen feet away and hook like a boomerang so I am getting frustrated and I decide a hasty retreat while laying down fire is the way to go and so I run to the side of the yard a begin moving slowly along this ditch and in the darkness he has lost me I hear him up at the other end of the yard in a fire fight with a couple other people so I trek along the yard and up the front of the yard behind the tree line which is thin to begin with and my mask begins insanely fogging and he spots me I can't see him until I see the cloud of co2 bounding out of his gun and I continue to walk the trees are breaking the paint before it ever gets to me and so I decide I am gonna come from atop the driveway down on him take to higher ground and he is steady ripping off rounds and he hits me in the shoulder I am like screw it I take off running and leap from the top of the drive way down onto the hill site which is steep to begin with and drops a few feet until it begins to slope and I come down from the dew my foot looses its grip and my body tucks and rolls as I come down rolling down this hill my mask is twisted and cock eyed on my face and all I could think to do was tuck the gun in toward me to prevent damage and as my legs come around they slap down on the ground and I am sitting upright ten feet from him and I am soo fumbling for the trigger and I still can't see .... because of the mask and he busts out laughing so hard he says don't shoot don't shoot I'm not gonna shoot you are you alright and I was fine except for my pride. I got up and the game restarted and fortunately I didn't have another encounter with him but the whole night I had a bad problem with my mask foggin up hella bad and even worse I couldn't shoot stright to save my life it was awful a guy was literally 20 feet in front of me and I had to run from him because I shot three times and three times the hooked just before reaching him... so after an evening of being mad and frustrated I went home and didn't bother to clean my gun I was so disgusted with it's performance... I stripped it down the next day to find a bolt o-ring had broke on the very beginning of the bolt forcing the bolt to be cocked at an angle which was my misdiagnosed paintball problem and after replacing the o-ring it shot fine.... and I cursed myself for not tearing the bolt assembly out when it all first started...... but that was my worst game