Story Time with Dangersnake

This will be my second post, click here to read my introduction.


After my first fail of a game, I couldn't wait to go back. Two weeks later I was back at The Siege Paintball. I was determined to get at least 5 people out that day. I also played how I wanted to - not how Mike from TechPB played, nor like Scott Kemp or Oliver Lang. I filled up my gun with paint and air, and walked down the field to await the refs "GO GO GO." 

He yelled the magic words and guess what, I got shot off the break. So I frustratingly waited for the next game. Next game was about to start in 2 minutes, so I walked back down the field and waited again for those magic words. There they were, so I decided to do a super-man dive right into snake. Soon I realized I was in the enemy "base". I saw three people and got them one by one. I felt bad for one of the guys, I had got him in the ear. 

This concludes my second story/post. I also got all three of them out to win the game. Even though I didn't reach my five man goal, getting three people out in one game is a better accomplishment in my opinion.

This post was written by guest blogger Dangersnake.

Guest Writer Introduction: Dangersnake

Since this is my first post on Gone Paintballing, I would like to introduce myself. I am 16 years old, and I am an active member on techpb.com - I'm always in the newbie section. I play paintball mostly in Wisconsin, at Brewcity Paintball and The Siege Paintball. I've played about 6 times, so I want my posts to help out new players to feel comfortable and know what there getting into.

My first paintball experience started in the backyard of my dad's house. We were bored and I asked, "Can we go to Walmart and get some paintballs?" He replied with a simple ok. A few hours later, I'm standing face to face to a paintball gun for my first time. My heart was racing, my hands were shaking and sweating. I had never been shot before so my mind was overflowing with thoughts like, "How will it feel?" "Does it hurt?" and, "Will I die?" A few seconds later my mask, torso and legs were covered in paint. I realized that it didn't even hurt! I ran inside and checked out my new battle scars - dumb I know, but it was awesome at the time. After that moment I was addicted to paintball.

On the next coming weekend I went to my local paintball field. On the way there I was so nervous, I had never played paintball before. I even thought to myself, "I'm good at Call of Duty, so its gotta count for something." No it didn't. I got there and had no clue what to do. After watching all those videos on YouTube, I forgot them all. I got shot out every game, and got only one person out within my three hours of play. But that one person made it all worth it.


I hope you guys like my first post and there will be more to come.


This post was written by guest blogger Dangersnake.