I was playing at my local rec field's "Big Game" which is the combination of 3 woodsball courses, and about 40v40.
It was about 3 hours into the day, and I was using my VSC Phantom, which was working quite well.
The rules for the game were pretty simple, each team started at one end of the 3 fields (probably about 30 acres) and we usually wound up meeting in the middle. We played Satchel (one person on each team carried a messenger bag with some papers in it, if they got shot they had to stand still. The enemy team would come and grab the satchel, and open it. Read the papers, and it would give the location of something. Whatever it was, that was the objective).
NOTE: for the first 15 minutes of each game, each team had infinite respawns, so if you got hit, you ran back to the ref at your start, and they wiped you.
About half-way through the day this ******* comes along with his Tippmann X7 or whatever, with all this plastic **** on it. I'll give you a rough overview of our gear:
Me: VSC Phantom w/ Stock Class harness, Dye i3's, DYE c9 Jersey and Pants.
Him: Tippmann X7 with 20" "Sniper" barrel, some weird *** shroud, Commando Stock, 400rd Hopper, Egrip,
His Vest: MOLLE vest with 8 pods, 2 72/45's (on remote) radio pouch.
So, he was showing off his "weapon" and I was chuckling to myself.
He walks over, and starts making fun of my "little pea shooter".
I make a mental note that I have to shoot this ***hole; and sure enough, I will.
About 12 minutes into a game, I see him. He's standing in the back, with his gun slung on his shoulder, smoking. Talking to a ref, who looked miserable. I aim my Phantom at him, and shoot. The ball falls about 50ft short. He looks up at me, and waves.
At this point, I'm getting pissed. I lay down, and start lining up a shot.
This must have been destined, because the most EPIC thing happens. Just as I pull the trigger, the ref blows the whistle twice (signaling the respawning period is over) and the ball flies through the air on a huge arc (I fired from like a 45" angle lmao) and it hits him square in the chest. He's standing right next to the ref so he can't wipe, and the ref starts laughing.
The guy throws his gun on the ground, and starts walking away, but seeing as how it's connected via the remote line, it starts dragging behind him.
This giant ****tard, completely oblivious to this is stomping around with his gun dragging behind him.
The whole scenes a mess. His paints spilling everywhere, the guns hitting rocks and stuff.
Moral of the story: Play pump, and target douche bags.