Pic of the week 21/8/16
Yesterday Sam & I joined Rog, Joe, Ned & Oli for a day’s paintballing for Joe & Ned’s birthday.
Sam & I set off at 8.30am to collect Oli before heading to Delta Paintballing, right by Bristol Airport where we met Rog & co. and a few of their friends. We got kitted up and headed into the wood to do battle for the first of six game scenarios (or “maps” as today’s youth, brought up on a diet of CoD, would say.)
Was good fun but physically quite demanding. Day was dry for the most part, but we had a heavy shower around lunchtime which led to one’s googles fogging up in the later games. This, perhaps, explains the “patricide” incident: in the Zombie Apocalypse game had gotten myself into a good position, sheltered by an Iso container, just shy of the enemy forces in front of me. I was taking stock of my position, pondering my next move when I was raked by fire from above and behind!! Hit several times, there was nothing left for me but to accept my demise, hold my hand up and troop back to the deadzone to re-spawn. As I did, I called up to the tower to my rear to see if the blues had taken it, or if it was still in red hands. It was the latter, I was the victim of friendly fire – at the hands of my son!
Ah, the fog of war.