EvilAngel2001
06-17-2001, 02:13 PM
((A SNIPER STORY))
It was a nice 7 on 7. We started. And as normal, off I went into the woods with my Tippmann Custom 98. I broke through the woodline and continued down an almost terraced hill until I came to the bottom of it. There, I met the creek, and got down into the quazi-dry creek bed.I layed there for about 2 minutes and then I saw some movement. Followed by excessive amounts of gunfire from farther up the hill. The opposing team was advancing, trying to take our flag. And here, were 2 of the enemy making their way down this quaint little path across this terraced hill. At the bottom of which, sat me. The first one came up, and his friend followed behind by only a few feet. I waited for my "perfect shot". Which came quickly. These 2 were trying to flank my flag holding base, and they made their way up the hill slickly. They propped themselves up against the same tree, and started opening up on my teammates who were gaurding the flag. I raised my Tippmann 98 Custom and lined up the first shot. Quickly I had the shot lined up, and I pulled back the trigger. This was of course followed by the sudden splatter of paint on the first guys back. The other guy, startled, rolled off to the side, and behind a tree trunk. His head popped up a few times as I watched for a good minute or so. But somehow, to my amazement, he lost his footing and slipped out from behind the tree trunk. He still hadn't found out where I was, and I lined up the next shot. This one just caught the left side of his goggles. Just another (true) story for all you paintball sniper fanatics, like my friend Paintball Bulley.
It was a nice 7 on 7. We started. And as normal, off I went into the woods with my Tippmann Custom 98. I broke through the woodline and continued down an almost terraced hill until I came to the bottom of it. There, I met the creek, and got down into the quazi-dry creek bed.I layed there for about 2 minutes and then I saw some movement. Followed by excessive amounts of gunfire from farther up the hill. The opposing team was advancing, trying to take our flag. And here, were 2 of the enemy making their way down this quaint little path across this terraced hill. At the bottom of which, sat me. The first one came up, and his friend followed behind by only a few feet. I waited for my "perfect shot". Which came quickly. These 2 were trying to flank my flag holding base, and they made their way up the hill slickly. They propped themselves up against the same tree, and started opening up on my teammates who were gaurding the flag. I raised my Tippmann 98 Custom and lined up the first shot. Quickly I had the shot lined up, and I pulled back the trigger. This was of course followed by the sudden splatter of paint on the first guys back. The other guy, startled, rolled off to the side, and behind a tree trunk. His head popped up a few times as I watched for a good minute or so. But somehow, to my amazement, he lost his footing and slipped out from behind the tree trunk. He still hadn't found out where I was, and I lined up the next shot. This one just caught the left side of his goggles. Just another (true) story for all you paintball sniper fanatics, like my friend Paintball Bulley.